I’ve decided to try again for an actual *bartending* position.
It was what I wanted in the first place, and I kind of settled for a position as waitstaff, and that turned out not so great. So, this time around I’m going with some advice I learned from a beautiful soul in Melbourne: Remember, that I get to choose the job.
(Granted, this is really only relevant when one is already employed/not in any immediate need of money, but, I’m choosing to give it a go for a while.)
I’m a little bit terrified.
It’s frustrating, because I know I’m defeating myself, in a way, because I’m not totally confident in my abilities, so I hesitate to apply to the faster-paced jobs.
It’s a bit ironic, because when I picked up my motorcyle, I did so absolutely secure in the knowledge that the best way to get better at something was to just *do it*.
This…is difficult for me to extend to job skills, apparently.
Perhaps because I know there would be a learning curve. I have a hard time sitting in an interview and proclaiming “YES! I CAN DO THAT!” when what I really mean is “Well, I’ll certainly learn how to do that pretty fast, when it is, in fact, how I make my living.”
I just keep thinking “Love or Fear”, and I really want it to be love.
Sometimes fear feels a lot more present, though.
We’ll see how it goes.
Adventures, as always.