What does it mean to “surrender”? Because I don’t really know.
Somebody once said to me (and I am 100% positive that others
have thought it), “You are the only one standing in your way”. Okay…thank you…that’s helpful…what do I
do about it?
A decade of therapy has taught me about all of the things
that went wrong in my life and why my journey hasn’t been as easy as some. And easy is a relative term. I constantly have to remind myself that
my village isn’t being bombed, I can say whatever I want (within reason)
without being shot on sight, and I can access clean drinking water whenever I
need to. That’s something, I
admit…it could be worse. But this
is America. This is the only life
I have ever known. Do I know real
and true suffering? Probably
not. But…I suffer
nonetheless. And while I know how
and why I became me…ME doesn’t seem to work in a lot of scenarios, and I don’t
know what to do about it.
Why am I the only “normal” person that I know who has been
single for over a decade? (This is a gross exaggeration of course, but I have
not had a long term committed relationship since I moved to Los Angeles). And
what I mean by normal is…I’m not a disgustingly hideous disfigured bum. I am a relatively attractive person
with brains and talent…and yet, I can never seem to put any of it to good use
for an extended period of time. I
can do things. I can get jobs,
work, perform, make friends, meet guys…but eventually things come to an end for
one reason or another and the only thing that has ever lasted are my
friendships. At least I have
this. I take great pride in my
work as a friend. I am a good one,
and I have the lasting friendships to prove it.
But, when I have to take things to the lowest common
denominator and comfort myself with the fact that I don’t live in a third world
country…you gotta know something is wrong.
I quit my job on Friday. I was there for seven months. I had secured that job while working at another. That other place was absolutely
miserable. The money was terrible,
my boss was an asshole, the food was mediocre, business was slow, and I was
dating my alcoholic self-destructive co-worker. Everybody who worked there, including me, drank all night
long just to get through it. I had
to get out. So, I did the right
thing (even though my current boss kept writing me bad checks and I wasn’t
being paid) and I stayed there while I looked for something else. And then I left. So, now I’m at the new place. I’m happy. Ecstatic.
Grateful. This place was
shiny and new, my boss loved me, I loved him, everything was great. A fresh start. Everybody needs one of those. But then the inevitable happened. I got my first customer complaint. This was several months in. It happens. I mean, let’s face it, you can’t please all of the people
all of the time and I’ve been doing this a long long looooooooooong long
time. I know the drill. I know what is expected of me. I do my best and hope I can get through
the day without anything too awful happening, but I am not perfect and no
matter what you do…sometimes it just isn’t going to be enough. Well, this was the beginning of the
end. This customer wanted
something that isn’t on the menu and I didn’t know if it was possible to comply
with her request. I just wanted to
get it right and in trying to do so, she got frustrated and embarrassed and
then told my boss I was rude to her.
I wasn’t, but that doesn’t matter.
It’s like being accused of rape.
Even if you didn’t do it, people will always associate you with being a
rapist afterwards. I know that’s
an extreme comparison, but it’s true.
It plants the seeds of doubt and that’s enough to ruin your reputation
forever. So, ever since then my
boss has seen me differently. He
started getting on my case more and more about little tiny stupid things. Texting me on my days off to tell me of
a minor infraction made the day before.
Totally inappropriate.
While this may not be a big deal to some, it was a huge deal to me. I spent years and years trying to prove
to my parents that I wasn’t a hideous loser after spending a few years being
one. It took a lot to prove that
my past wasn’t my present and that I had changed. And now I was going to have to go through the same thing
here at work. I became
increasingly more stressed as I strived for perfection, which as we all know is
absolutely impossible to achieve.
I minded my p’s and q’s.
Took every precaution to make sure that nobody would ever have a reason
to complain about me again. Now,
if you’ve ever worked in service, you know that there are some people who just
don’t want to be happy, so despite my best efforts, someone else complained
about me. Now mind you, they
didn’t complain about my service.
I did my job fine. This
person complained about a conversation that we had. Now, I’m a bartender.
This is a job that’s heavy on conversation. People tell you things, things get personal, people get
comfortable, alcohol is involved.
It’s basically just a huge recipe for disaster for someone like me. I have always been a pretty open
book. You don’t get a lot of
surprises with me. I say how I
feel, tell people what I think, and I try to be as honest as I can. It’s just the way that I am built…and
this is the problem. So, anyway, I
don’t really remember this customer, but apparently we had a pretty in depth
conversation about what I do outside of work, you know, the fire dancing and
whatnot. And somewhere along the
line I expressed that bartending was not my life’s dream and that I couldn’t
wait to someday be able to just do what I love all of the time and not work in
restaurants anymore. Well, that
did it. This customer was not
going to stand for this. She
wanted me to be completely happy where I was and to go on bartending until I’m
90 and to do it with enthusiasm and joy.
So, what she decided to do was to write a page long letter to my
employer to tell him I was not happy with my job. Wow.
Really? I wish I had that
kind of time! So, days after this
conversation took place my boss pulled me into his office to tell me about the
psychotic letter he had received.
He made me read it. It was
really bat shit crazy. But that
doesn’t matter. It planted the
seed…and that’s all it takes. I
proceeded to burst into tears. I
felt betrayed first of all. I
mean, how the hell does a person take a private and personal conversation and
then blab it to my boss? What a
fucking bitch! And I felt
completely unsupported by my employer.
I felt that I had been there long enough (about 5 months) for my work to
speak for itself. There are shit
ton of customers who absolutely adore me!
People leaving happy left and right. And just because one bored and crazy lady takes it upon
herself to interpret things that I said and twist them to suit her world view,
now I’m an asshole who hates her job?
It really wasn’t the case.
I didn’t hate my job. But I
started to after this incident. I
became more and more careful with who I engaged in conversation and what I
said. I felt mistrusting of
everyone and I also felt that my boss was now watching me very very very
closely. And he was. After this incident I couldn’t do a
damn thing right. Criticism was
the daily ritual and no matter how awesome I was with customers, how fast I
made drinks, how clean I left my bar, it was never enough. He kept finding things to complain
about. In twelve years of doing
this kind of work, I have never experienced so much negative feedback. Work became a place I dreaded going and
my boss a tyrant who I never wanted to see again, let alone lift another finger
for, ever. But, like a good little
girl, and an upstanding citizen who pays taxes, uses their blinker, and takes
it right up the ass with a smile, I kept going back. Because that’s what you do. You work. You
do what you’re told. You do
whatever it takes because you have bills to pay and you don’t want to end up on
the street.
Meanwhile, I had another life. A new and improved life outside of work. One that was free of alcoholic
boyfriends and free of alcohol all together. My last blog was 7 months ago and I stated that I would no
longer be drinking and I stuck to it.
Oh, big woop. They don’t
hand out prizes you know. But,
still I am thankful that I made that decision and my life has changed in a lot
of positive ways as a result. I
started the whole fire dancing thing and I gained a level of confidence that I
didn’t know was possible for me. I
met a lot of really great people and became immersed in a world that I had
never known existed. The fire
dancing community, while not without flaws, is a very supportive group of
individuals. We all have this one
thing in common and we’ve all been changed for the better because of it. The effect that it’s had on my life has
been very profound and I know it has done the same for others. Everyone tries their best to live in an
elevated state of consciousness.
It comes more naturally for some than it does for others, but the point
is, they try…and that’s more than most people do…in my experience anyway.
People from this community tend to be spiritual, liberal,
and free. Conversation is
interesting, creativity is at maximum capacity at all times, there’s always
some kind of inspirational quote on Facebook from someone or other, there’s
always something social to do, nobody shakes your hand, everybody hugs (you
need 12 a day for proper oxytocin production…did you know that?), people dance,
and by people I mean even the men.
Everyone gets to be themselves, or a whatever version they choose to put
forth, nobody tries to fit into a box, or put you into one. It’s pretty great all around, although
like I said, there are flaws…I mean, these are people I am talking about. Not everybody walks their talk and that
can be disheartening, but that might be subject matter for another blog. But you get my drift. Here I am in a sea of good people who
are just happy to let me be who I am and show me love and then I go to work
every night and try to be who somebody else wants me to be and get shit on. It’s a mind fuck of great proportions
and it’s hard to live in both worlds simultaneously.
The more immersed I become in “the community”…I know, it
sounds like a cult…the more I see how screwed up things are on the outside of
it. And this isn’t news to anyone,
we all see the world going to hell in a hand basket, but I am surrounded by
people who want to make it better, who really and truly believe that it CAN be
better. I’ve been exposed to
people who look at the silver lining ALL of the time. Who believe in themselves and who believe in the abundance
of the Universe. People who
believe that if you set your mind to it, you really CAN do anything. That you ARE okay just the way you
are. That you ARE meant to be here
and that everything IS going to be okay.
And, well, I drank the Cool Aid…and as a result, I no longer have a job.
Here is what happened.
Thursday night I was doing a stellar job not having inappropriate
conversation with anyone, mixing amazing cocktails, keeping up with a never
ending stream of customers and basically just being all around amazing. Apparently, I forgot to take my bus tub
(the thing you put your dirty dishes in) back to the kitchen at the end of the
night. Well, first of all…I
usually work with a busboy who automatically does this for me. And second of all, the tub had already
been emptied earlier, so I know there weren’t that many dishes in it anyway. Well, the busboy didn’t take it back
and I forgot to double check.
Big. Fucking. Deal. Yeah, it’s not the best. You don’t want to attract critters, and I know this…which is
why I’ve NEVER made this mistake before.
So, on Saturday I’m at the Silverlake Reservoir having the best day with
a girlfriend of mine. We did the
stairs and were having a Spin Jam (practicing with our fire tools) in the
park. The sun was shining, we were
laughing and talking and workin’ out.
Life was good. And then I
get a text from my boss that reads: “We need to talk next week. You left your bus tub under the bar
last night.” Um…is this some kind
of medical emergency that needs my immediate attention? Why the FUCK is he texting me on my day
off? I have NEVER in twelve years
of waiting tables been called or texted on my day off to be reprimanded. And over something so little!!! Is he serious? “We need to talk”? Really? I mean, REALLY REALLY?
There goes my fabulous day!
He took it upon himself to swoop on in, uninvited and let me know that
all was not well and that we’d be talking next week…I guess he wanted me to
think long and hard about the horrible awful terrible no good thing that I
did. And this wasn’t the first
time. Another time he texted me to
tell me that I left the a/c on all night.
Okay, well, let’s back up a little bit. The a/c was indeed left on, but it’s on auto, meaning that
it’s set at a certain temperature and will shut off when that temperature is
reached. I think it was at like 72
or 74 or something. This means
that it most definitely was NOT on ALL NIGHT because it’s not that hot at night
and the a/c would eventually just shot off. And the reason I had forgotten was because the a/c is the
first thing I check when I am closing up at night, but on that particular night
after I had checked to make sure it was off, the dishwasher asked me to turn it
back on…it gets like a steam room in the kitchen and the poor guy was sweating
like a slave. So, I forgot I had
turned it back on. I forgot. This happens to human beings every once
in a while. They forget
stuff. It sucks sometimes, but it
happens to everyone as far as I know.
I guess I’m just not allowed to be human. And even if it was a huge deal…it’s still not text worthy
because it is not an emergency and it does not need to be addressed on my day
off.
Now this may not sound like much to you, but you have to
remember this rides on the coattails of being harassed all shift long for about
two months (ever since the first customer complaint). Harassed to the point that other coworkers notice and say things
like “What the hell is going on?
Why does he keep riding you?”
Not to mention that every single time my roommate ever came in to visit
me, as a PAYING CUSTOMER no less, he would constantly harangue me with nonsense
making her feel awkward and unwelcome to the point where she eventually just
stopped coming in. And she’s in
service as well, neither of us has every experienced anything like it. She was a regular customer and he never
made her feel welcome…but I’m the asshole…even though I bend over backwards for
everyone who walks in…okay, fine.
So, on Friday when I got that text, I finally snapped. This guy has no idea what he is doing
or how to manage people. He has
never bartended one single day in his life and has no idea what I do or how
fucking good I am at it. He
couldn’t possibly know. And while
I don’t really relish serving alcohol, I have to say, I take pride in making a
good cocktail, not because it’s a cocktail, but because it’s good. And I know there is value in being good
at what you do, even if what you do is clean toilets. Well, it had been clear for some time that I was not being
appreciated in anyway whatsoever.
And no matter how stellar I did under extremely pressured circumstances,
it was never going to be enough.
And I knew for a fact that I would always make small mistakes…maybe not
often, but again, the human factor guarantees this, and that he would never let
any of them go. So, I quit. And there is more, so much more that I
could say about him and about other people that work there and how unhappy they
are and what they go through, but it really isn’t important. You just have to trust me on this.
I know that I deserve to be appreciated for what I do. I know that I deserve to be treated
with respect. I know that ….
Wait….I just had to stop typing for a moment…I don’t want to sound like I am
justifying a bad decision, but it feels like it a little bit. You see, I am programmed. I am programmed by society, by my
upbringing, by my experience…I am programmed to believe that you don’t ever
walk away from a job, no matter how shitty the circumstances, unless you’ve got
another one lined up. I feel like
I am in trouble. I feel like I
have misbehaved. I feel like I
have done something wrong. That’s
the old me, who is still alive and well in here. But I have new programming. The programming that I mentioned before. The programming of “Jump and the Net
Will Appear!”. The whole, power of
positive thinking programming, the Universe is Abundant programming, the Law of
Attraction programming. But this
programming is new, it isn’t hardwired, it isn’t reinforced in my neuro
pathways yet. I have been living
with and reinforcing the brain patterns of fear and “the world is a shitty and
scary place” for 30+ years. It
takes work to undo all of those neuro pathways. I know how the brain works. I understand the science behind that. And I do believe that those patterns
can be changed, that the routing can be re-routed, that the thoughts can be
different. But it’s work. And I’m doing it…it’s just not an
overnight sensation kind of a thing.
I WANT to believe these things.
And on most days I do. But
on a day like today, I doubt.
I quit my job in a terrifying job market and a shitty
economy. People with master’s
degrees are waiting tables. And
no, I don’t want to wait tables anymore.
I’ve never really been cut out for it. It has been an extremely difficult 12 years. I’m amazed that I’ve been able to do it
for as long as I have. Okay, so I
quit my job AND…AND…AND you want to hear the even crazier part? I have decided to give notice to my
building. I mean, I don’t want to
live in the valley anymore anyway.
If you’ve read my previous blogs, you know that I did not choose this
apartment. I’ve never really liked
it. It’s waaay more than I wanted
to spend and waaay more than I can afford now. So, here is my grand plan: I am going to continue to look
for work…possibly in management (so I can be in charge and put my knowledge and
expertise to good use and not have some moron lording over me), but possibly
doing something completely different…and hopefully I will have a new job
soon…and I am going to give up my apartment and for the month of August…I am
going to just be a vagabond. I’m
already going to be gone for a week (possibly more) in August at Burning Man
anyway, so why spend money that I don’t have on rent for a place that I’m not
even going to be occupying?
Am I losing my mind?
Have I just completely left the reservation? Is this surrender?
Or is this giving up completely?
Is there a difference? My
life’s plan right now is to be homeless…and possibly jobless. I have NO savings. None. Nothing. What
the fuck do I think I am doing?
How do I suppose I am going to survive? Just where exactly do I think I am going to stay? Yesterday, when I was in full Cool Aid
mode, I felt pretty damn good about all of this. You know? I
felt like, Yeah man! I’m free! I don’t have to work for an
asshole. It doesn’t serve my
higher purpose. It isn’t healthy. I don’t have to put up with this
shit! Life is what I make it! Life is what I decide it’s going to
be! I’m just going to throw all of
my shit in storage and go to Burning Man, see how that changes me and then
figure it all out when I get back!
YEAH! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
But then I went and got my period and now I’m up at 3:30am
crying and writing this blog.
Terrified. I know that
isn’t surrender. But if I was
“giving up” I wouldn’t have all of these questions. I wouldn’t care at all. I’d just leave all of my shit here and go OD on heroin or
something. So what is this?
I have always been told, and I have always sorta believed,
that I was meant for great things.
I do have a belief that this world and my life is an opportunity for
something big. It doesn’t have to
be showy big. I don’t mean like I
have to be a movie star or anything.
But, I just think there HAS to be a way for me to make a living that
gives my life meaning and purpose.
I thought maybe Yoga was that thing, but I haven’t been able to get
anyone to come to class, so I don’t know…maybe that’s not it. But fuck, there’s got to be a place for
me where I belong, where the work I do is valued and appreciated. There has to be a place where I belong
right now, just as I am that my life experience and work experience are just
right for. I don’t want my parents
to worry about me. I don’t want my
friends to worry about me. Hell, I
don’t want to worry about me. I
have made this decision. This is
what is happening. And this is
meant to happen, cause…it’s happening…I already said that, but that’s how you
know something is meant to happen…it happens. That’s reality.
Anyway…I am walking away from that which does not serve me. I am walking away from that job and
this apartment and I am walking towards whatever comes next.
Is this surrender?
I really fucking hope so…because that’s when all the good shit’s
supposed to happen~