Okay, I think I have somehow found the perfect job (for me, for right now). The Inn is a beautiful historic old building, circa 1857, recently remodeled. The view from the front portico is of the entire historic downtown, with a hint of the ocean and port just two blocks away.
Did I mention the Zebra rug in the bar? I think I did, but it merits a second mention. And I don't mean a shag rug with zebra stripes. I mean a whole
dead zebra, minus the innards, smacked down on the floor. Cool.
When I got there, it was already going crazy. Yes, it's the slow season, but it's also a holiday weekend, so we were booked solid. The manager kept starting to show me something, then the phone would ring. So I just kind of jumped in. After my last job with its 4 weeks of training, I expected to be censured; on the contrary, it was expected. So, with no direction from anyone (or at least very little), I found myself 1) opening, pouring, and serving wine and cokes, 2) cleaning and resetting tables, 3) delivering room service, 4) serving heaping bowls of grits and green beans, and 5) standing behind the bar chatting like a good bartender should. I loved it.
I think my job, when I really get into it, will be more of the same, that is to say, doing everything. The General Manager who was training me jumped around like crazy, clipping the phone to his belt while he chopped apples, toasted bread points, wiped tables, rang up beer... Did I mention I love this? Never a dull moment, and they understand that you do have a good head on your shoulders and can figure shit out.
No doubt in time I will be missing the 8 hours of standing around playing with puppets and tap dancing to keep me awake, but for now, this is pretty damn perfect.
The people are excellent as well. All southern charm and friendliness. My mood is turned completely around; maybe Florida is okay after all. Of course the manager is from Savannah, and half of the people live on the other side of the Georgia border 10 minutes away, but whatever. This is all right.
For today... nothing. I am craving cheesecake and knitting, so I will seek out a cafe after this to while away the afternoon. I cleaned out my car and re-organized this morning, after sleeping gloriously in and finishing a book. I am not going to move much at all. There is a Frog-leg festival down in southern Florida that I am missing, but I couldn't make it in time, and really, they just taste like chicken anyway.