she moved better than wine...

and yet again, i feel in some way, shape and/or form much like a nomad... moving restlessly to find food and a way of survival.
just when i thought i would be settled in a place that i really did enjoy working at, the rug is slipped from beneath my feet- and i am left in the proverbial "tizzy."

fortunately, though i did not stay for long, if at all, on my ass.
in fact my recovery time was (what i feel) somewhat of a record. i've dusted off, licked my wounds, and am truckin' right on through to McGonigel's Mucky Duck Pub.

it's not going to be easy for me at first. as much as the establishment claims to be extremely "mom & pop"... i know full well that they are nowhere near as relaxed as luling on west gray was. of course, the very informal, friendly and lax atmosphere presented by luling was the majority of its own folly, considering it was closed down after only about 2 1/2 months of bar service.
still, i'm going to miss the moments when i could kick back for a very brief conversation with friends who had decided to stop by, the availabilty of knocking a couple back at the end of my shift, the very delicious and very free food that was constantly provided with a smile, and offers for extra... the family that we'd made... dysfunctional as it often times felt, but hey, what family is perfect, right?...

i look forward to my experience with the Duck. the music i'm about to be exposed to will, i'm sure, make up for that which i'll be lacking from luling (and then some). the bar of efficiency of work ethic will be raised to much higher standards. my compinsation might actually reflect the hard work i put forth for the establishment with which i am employed.
i will very much miss my job as a bartender, but i know i'll do well with my new waiting position.

as i move on, i hope that i'll be employed for longer than 2 months...
even though i've been moving so much lately-- it's gotten to the point where i move better than wine.

--kim-keeps-her-chin-up-and-her-fingers-crossed