It was lovely to have a couple of guys from my last proper job in our bar tonight.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the future lately.
People who know me might be surprised to hear that I don’t see this cool little bar as being part of that.
Getting this place open was one of the biggest challenges I’ve faced. Largely because I did most of the physical labour as, well as the obvious multitude of bits of red tape, formalities and other such rubbish.
In many ways, getting the ‘bus up and running was pretty close to work I’d done when I had a proper job. While the bar was stupidly hard work, it was hugely rewarding. Particularly when there was a real outcome and a feeling of I did this.
And maybe that’s what I liked about the last few projects in my old job. Once something was delivered, the buzz was over. The inevitable live running politics took over and a new job came along.
So why would Microbus be any different? I’m at the point when, although I love the place, the buzz is already a distant memory and the people shit has started to encroach on the joy in something new.
This stuff’s so frustrating.
When I had a proper job, even though I worked long hours, I used to enjoy an hour or two just sitting in the garden on a summer evening.
So it was lovely to get away tonight before closing time. Yes, we do live in a town, but we also have the cutest little garden.
An additional bonus too; time to enjoy a nutritious meal.
I’ve been in the pub business for 14 months and it’s been tough. And fun.
After a lot of agonising, I’ve decide to sell my shares in the Schooner. I’ve learned so much in this short time, more than I could have imagined just a year ago.
I’m proud to have contributed to turning around a failing pub, making it a viable business.
While I’ll leave mid-January, I’ll be helping out informally until the end of the financial year.
After which I’ll take some well earned time off, do some work on the house, then explore my next project.
Which may be a pub of sorts.
While I had some really good jobs as a Civil Servant, I don’t regret leaving this place.
Also, despite enjoying my last role, I don’t miss my nearly twelve hour days spent here.
Or being the last person to leave the office.
On pouring myself a large Gin (to ensure I sleep before my dental hospital appointment tomorrow morning, I noticed this.
I knew it would be there, since we only buy legitimate alcohol. Technically speaking, I’m still employed by this Department. For another few weeks, at least.
After two weeks’ leave, the fact that I shall no longer work (at least until I get bored) was in my mind as I woke up this morning.
It felt good.
Tried-out my leaving gift from my former work colleagues. A new bag.
For my bike.
And, because my world is very busy, a late two.