As I woke up I noticed it was getting late; I needed to get up. I didn't really want to. I was tired; working nights doesn't really suit me. Yes the atmosphere is great but you're working; you're working behind a bar. It's actually really hot; it's a lot of hard work. It's more like standing in a very hot place handling cold things and people. That'd be the most apt description of what the job is.
Essentially you go to the counter, speak to so and so, so and so orders a beer. You open the fridge, you get a beer, you open it. You give someone a glass and you tell them whatever their amount is, for example 10 credits. They look down, check the quality, make sure it's cold. Not really cold, cool a little bit and sometimes they pay first then they leave. Sometimes you get the funny one that will check the quality. That is the general idea of how this goes and sometimes that can be quite annoying. This was on my mind before I left. It kept my mind running as I was eating breakfast.
This morning I had chocolate rice that was made into a crispy form with milk, very delicious, and my usual two cups of coffee.
I had a third cup of coffee just to wake myself up and I stepped outside the door. It was a cool chilly wind that greeted me first.
It's only around 4 pm so the sun was still out, heading towards the horizon. The clouds in the area are pink because of the time of day and the breeze was rather chippy.
Despite all this I leisurely walk down the stairs. Now each flight of stairs has a landing just before you reach the next floor in between the halfway points, and there is a small window that looks out over the parking area of the building. I always stop to look out and I look and I survey. That's what makes it interesting that all the views are the same but lower depending on your directionof travel.
I reach the bottom of the stairs, heading towards the gate.
One last check: keys, lunch, snack, bottled water, and of course the momentary glance back home thinking, "Do I really have to leave?"
So generally I leave rather begrudgingly through the gate onto the main road and I start heading for work. While on the way I open my bottle of water, have a sip; it's still nice and cold, sort of matches the wind outside, which is a little bothersome but anyway it's quite nice. I find the walk to work and the walk from work to be the best part of the working day in most cases but today I had a bit of a pep in my step, a bit of hope in my heart, perhaps even a reason to look forward to going.
That was the possibility of the promise made, possibly coming, the promise kept. If indeed the lady who said "to see you soon" may turn up, perhaps tonight she'll show up. Perhaps tonight I can serve her. Perhaps tonight I can look upon her again.
Perhaps I shouldn't stare. That might make her uncomfortable. It would be nice to watch. Maybe steal a glance or two?
These were the things that were running through my head as I walked through the endless streets, endless open windows, endless closed doors. Streets are full of people. What time of day? 4:00? Not quite home time but for some yes and for me I'm going into work.
I look at all the tired faces as they're heading home and I wonder: Well I look like that later or might look like a dead fish?
Picking my pace a little bit. I arrive on time because I need coffee and I already had three; that's perfectly fine. I arrive at work through the glass doors, which are open. They've already pulled back the consatina curtain, revealing the bar side of things. The lights have come on and been dimmed in certain areas to create an ambience that suits the night.
As I head to the back I notice," oh yippee! Tim is in". I say irritatedly. Tim beat me into work today. How mortifying to know that I have to be here with him and his bushy brows. Perhaps I'll throw some water on him, throw some ice down his shirt; that would put me in a good mood. Although I cringed at the thought of his retaliation, he'll do the same.
Went in, got changed, very quick, came out; nothing really much happened.
Well I had coffee.
I always wonder if I'm ever going to have one of those lucky pervert moments when we're working with one of the ladies at work that's not bad to look at. While she is changing I walk in by accident and can see what kind of bra she's wearing but whatever that never happens because we have separate locker rooms. Yes, look, I don't think that. I think I need to change the type of literature I read when I get home.
Nonetheless one of the other workers that has not been here for a while. Was here today.
She had long black straight hair, a very curvy frame, and quite top-heavy. She was fit and strong; you could see a lot of definition when she wasn't wearing her uniform, as she is now. The hair came down right to the centre of her back although today it was tied up in the recommended ponytail of the bar.
She had a uniform and her apron and her badge on. She was quite nice; her name was Skyler; she had Sky like eyes to match but my word if you got on her bad side then she got a dirty mouth, my word! She should come with a language advisory.
Even though I was thinking this I raised my hand and greeted her. She noticed, looked at me for a while. She almost looked stunned, like she wasn't sure, "Who is this?" and then she went, "Oh! Hello," she said with a bit of a tremble in her voice. She was scared almost, and then I remember, oh yes! I did yell at her the last time she was here. That was effective but not really what I wanted. Just wanted to have her do her job right and not spill ice all over me, especially when it's cold.
After she walked off a bit, I started feeling a little bad so I followed her before I went to the counter and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around, shocked, and I said slowly, "I apologise for yelling. I just wanted you to do the part of that particular job that day right. I got quite spirited with my handling of the situation. I do apologise. I hope you can forgive me."
She opened her mouth and dropped her head a little after saying this and I said as a follow-up, "I look forward to working with you tonight. Let's have a good one" and walked off to the counter, grabbed my rag, and started wiping.
Quite happy with myself for handling the situation quite well, I think. Although I shouldn't need to apologise. I should just act right from the start so that was a bit of a bone to pick with myself.
Nonetheless I kept looking up to see what she was doing and she kept looking my way. I thought, "Well this is quite nice. Seems to be living rent-free in her mind for some time, some odd time. Not a bad place to be, I must say." Like I said before she's a very nice girl and she's very beautiful. If only she didn't have a lover! For the record I don't and yes I did approach her with that in mind as well but lo and behold it never happened because I found out she had a paramour, to which I spent three or four days moping.
Is it really that wrong to hope and wish for something sweet in one's life?" I don't think I'm that bad looking. I mean I've got dark hair, very dark brown and pale white skin. I have green eyes and a nice mostly well-kept beard. Maybe not at all, maybe a little overweight, a little pudgy, but I have big arms and strong legs. I spend a lot of time in the gym. Wouldn't say I'm active in sport at all but I do pour drinks well and that's got to count for something, I think.
The other thing about the looks is I've got a slightly crooked smile when I do smile. I seem to have this habit of smiling more with one side of my face than the other. Maybe that's my good side. I wouldn't actually know.
I don't like to take photos myself or be in photos. If I want to take photos rather than pictures of me the landscapes around. Maybe a pretty girl or two. Let's leave that aside for now.
One of the things I'm quite fond of is good communication. I enjoy a good talk and like I said I am on no means a bad-looking guy. Square face, strong jaw, very strong Roman nose, and I don't look small. Why am I that small? 1.79 m or 179 cm, whichever system you'd prefer to use. It works.
While I was having this little soliloquy to myself, which I was saying out loud, I was getting looks from people. One of those was Skyler, who looked away but looked like she was laughing so that's alright; I don't mind that.
As the night went on, serving drinks and running here and there became frantic at one point because there was barely a gap to take a breath when there were people coming to the bar in droves. For some reason it was very busy.
Before I noticed I was leaving the break room after my break, having a coffee and my snacks I brought with me and that lunch item I said, and rushing headlong into another all-round frenzy of drunken party animals. Every now and then I would head out between the roving crowds and the loud bang bang bang of the music and I would gather empty glasses and things where sometimes the buses couldn't quite handle it. While doing so I kept my eye out just to see perhaps she was here, perhaps she did come.
It continued for some time and the night went on until it ended. It felt rather lonely at the end of the night when I was looking up alone. Everything was quiet and she was a No show. All my hope was for nothing but perhaps there's next time. I don't think myself an optimist but in this case I will be optimistic for tomorrow.