Le sigh. I wish I worked with people who liked bartending. Even though they’re bartenders, doesn’t seem like they enjoy it. I came in today and it’s really busy because it’s a Sunday afternoon and the weather is beautiful and people are going out for St. Patrick’s Day. My coworker for the night who had gotten in just a half hour before kinda joked that it’s a shit show and he already wishes he was off. Meanwhile I’m stoked that it’s busy because of money obviously but also time goes quickly, and it’s fun! I like bartending! I like making drinks! I like getting into the flow state! It feels good to make people happy when they admire/enjoy their drink and the service! My old manager who left in November would be like this, and it was infectious if I wasn’t already in that mode or feeling a little overwhelmed. And I know I could be that person for others, but it just sucks. Hard to not be brought down.
i used to work a lot, crazy hours. what y’all just met was the infamous black hoodie i lived in.
Bartending with german tourists be like I don’t think we can ja natürlich our way out of this one boys
My Valentine ♥️
Un día antes del 14 de febrero, todos los años, me he dedicado a pensar en todo aquello que siempre deseé hacer y nunca hice. En todo lo que se me quedó grabado en la piel y jamás llegó a suceder. En ese perfume que nunca se disolvió con el sudor de mi piel después de una noche de baile y risas.
Me he dedicado a pensar en que me faltas tú.
Son las 9:42 p. m. y el karaoke empieza a llenarse de voces desafinadas y risas tímidas. Las luces cambian de color sobre las mesas, y todo tiene sentido si dejas de sobrepensarlo tanto.
Cada año, antes de ese día, pienso en las salidas que prometimos y nunca llegaron. En los abrazos que no dimos. En la espontaneidad que el recuerdo insiste en inventar. Pero nada de eso existió.
Nos bebimos hasta el último sorbo de nuestro cold brew, aunque en este universo alterno ni siquiera nos gusta esa bebida.
Repetimos las canciones más pegajosas porque en ese karaoke nunca nos habríamos atrevido a cantarlas a capela, solo a reírnos bajito mientras otros lo hacían.
Y mientras en ese bar las sonrisas fluyen y los hielos se derriten lentamente en los vasos, detrás del balcón las luces de la ciudad comienzan a apagarse una a una.
Nuestros corazones se van ralentizando.
Y nuestra historia se va borrando despacio, como una canción que termina sin que nadie note el silencio, relatando una utopía que nunca ocurrió.
Fernanda Madrigal 🕊️
Well I’m once again employed (same job, new company cuz we got bought out)
Why am I not allowed to wear a hoodie tho? But I’m allowed to buy one.
I won’t be staying long.
Shion and Aira doing the old Justin Wong meme photo, and Katarina and Nyree doing a bit of a spin on it. These more of less sum up their relationship dynamics.
Japanese drama will be watchable one year and then suddenly be lost from all websites and Only be available on amazon as a Rental and be impossible to watch otherwise
Bar・2 - Miniature/stop motion (clay) style
The counter is where you clean up the night.
Unsaid complaints, tiny bravado—rolled up in the clink of glasses.
And then the “pass-out regular” completes the scene on the floor.
The bartender just smiles: “Yep. Same as always.”
Bar・2-2
The counter is where you clean up the night.
Unsaid complaints, tiny bravado—rolled up in the clink of glasses.
And then the “pass-out regular” completes the scene on the floor.
The bartender just smiles: “Yep. Same as always.”
