Well, the thing I said I wouldn’t do, I did. When I left the wine shop in Po’ Dunk FL, I was so mad, so so very mad, and I swore, I would never forgive Boss Man for being such an asshole.
…but when I went to Steffie’s funeral, boss man was there. He apologized profusely, he asked me to come back. He is opening a new shop, he lost the lease on the old one, and bought a new one. He told me he never should have let me leave, and asked me please come and help him run the new place
I thought about it. I went home, thought about it some more, went out to see the new place, and I told him I would do it.
But only under the condition that I would not be working for that same boss man I was working for before. He says he has changed. He has been much humbled by life over the past couple years and you can tell.
He’s different. I’m glad. Because I really loved that shop. The new shop isn’t fully operational yet. But I’ve been out on every day I have off to help paint it and out it together, train new servers and generally help the Boss get his shit together.
I’m glad. I’m happy that I took my job back. It’s nice to be needed. This is the perfect distraction for me. It will keep me busy and away from idiot boys who don’t know what they want. Hell, I don’t even know what I want at this point.
And it will probably be some time before I do.
Besides, I need a break from Mario’s. I’m still going to keep my job there, and I love that place as well but working there is mentally exhausting. The guests place so many expectations on you because of the location. If you don’t deliver in the slightest, you’re fucked.
I need a slower pace.
The shop is just the place for that.
I’ll let ya’all know how it goes…