Below are the most recent 4 friends' journal entries.

Monday, December 21st, 2009
barmaidblog	5:20p	The Fog Is Like a Cage Without a Key (Intermezzo) September 6, 2009 "Debra," says Victor, "it's absolutely not personal, and I hope you understand that." He's sitting on the desk in the back room, with Lanie behind the desk in the chair. "Not personal? Victor, you're basically putting me out on the street, and unless I'm misunderstanding something, it's because I cost too much." I try to keep as calm as possible, remembering some of the lessons I learned about my relationship with supervisors a couple of years ago. Lanie jumps in. "That's not exactly fair, Debra. With business down overall, we just don't feel like we need a manager on duty every weeknight. Pat has seniority, so if we're going to keep only one of you, it really has to be her." "Well, I'd be happy to go back to being a barmaid. I'm not too proud to take that step backwards if that's what you're worried about. And I have good relationships with all the girls." "We know you do, but the problem is, we've replaced you a couple of times over, and they're making less than you were when you moved up. So even if we got rid of one of them..." "You'd still be spending more money on me," I finish for her, and she nods. "Listen, we won't contest your unemployment claim," Victor says, handing me an envelope that contains two weeks' severance pay, something I'll be assured later by a lawyer friend that they weren't in the least bit obligated to give me. Lanie adds, "And you're an incredibly capable woman, we know you'll find another job." "With business down overall?" I ask, and Lanie winces a little. "Sorry. Okay. Can I have a letter of reference, at least?" "Debra, of course," she says. "In fact, why don't you write it? Just say what you'd want us to say, and we'll sign it." I laugh, pondering all the possibilities. It's not until I'm on my way home that it really starts to set in - six years of my life. Six years of dedication to a job is supposed to be a good thing, employers are supposed to value and honor that. Oh, God, what am I going to tell Jenny? She's only just barely recovered from what happened this summer, this kind of bad news could set her back. I'm so exhausted from it all... and I can only imagine how she feels. I have two weeks' pay in my hands, some money in the bank, and unemployment insurance on the way in a few weeks. If I get another job in the next month or two, I'll be just fine, and there's no reason she has to know I lost this one until I actually start the next one. I'll just find some place to hang out on the nights I would've been working. I'll even get some writing done for a change. This is absolutely the right thing to do. It'll be much better this way. Current Mood: reflective Current Music: Manfred Mann's Earth Band, "For You" (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, December 18th, 2009
barmaidblog	3:26p	Debra 2.0 Dara finally comes down to the Pub on Wednesday night, for the first time since I started working here a few months ago, and parks herself at the bar for a chat. We spend a little while catching up - on her wedding plans with Dennis, my Dad and how he's been dating the doctor who treated me in the ER a few years ago, and photos of Jessica's toddler Noah (who's just turned a year old!). We studiously avoid any mention of what happened between Jenny and me, partly because we discussed it to death while it was happening. Truth be told, I'm still considering whether even to blog about it, and we've covered that meta-topic enough, too. Jake, the tall, blonde bartender who trained me when I started here, wanders down the bar from where he's been serving a bunch of college kids on a break from studying for finals. I introduce him to Dara. "Congratulations, when's the big day?" he asks with a smile as he shakes her hand. "It's in June. How did you -- " She looks down at her other hand, where her engagement ring is revealed only by a bump in the half-finger of a convertible glove-mitten. Jake spreads his arms wide. "Dara, I'm a single male bartender in Manhattan. It's my job to divine the relationship status of every woman who drinks in here, if I'm able to do it." "That's impressive," Dara says. "And if I'd been single, or you thought so, what would you have done?" Jake shrugs and winks. "We'll never know, will we? Anyway, welcome to the Pub, I hope we see you here often." He returns to the other end of the bar, where patrons await, and Dara watches him as he goes. When she looks back at me, I'm grinning. "What? I'm allowed to look," she laughs. "In a way I'm kind of glad men are allowed to serve drinks here. I mean, some of the girls you worked with at the Bar were fun, but how about some eye-candy equal time, huh?" "Vince and Diego the barbacks weren't enough for you?" I pull another Sierra Nevada Pale Ale from the tap for her, and she takes off her glove-esque things. Dara shrugs. "Vince was taken almost as soon as I knew him, and, well, Diego was a devoted father. I think I might've just known them too well to look at them that way." She pauses to take a drink. "You know, I just thought of something." "What's that?" "Your new job at a new place, being single in a new apartment, starting up the blog again, even your father dating - it's kind of like one of those TV shows or movies that reboots. You know, like the new 'Star Trek' movie this past summer. Or that sitcom with Christina Applegate where at first she was a waitress at her father's bar, and then suddenly you were supposed to believe she'd been working in a doctor's office the whole time? They start down a completely new path, with new characters and new situations that never would've happened the first time around, and it's like the first time around never existed." I think about it for a minute, nodding. "There's only one problem with your analogy." "What, you don't get to hang out with Zachary Quinto?" "No - the stuff that happened the first time around really happened, and I don't get to pretend it didn't." I excuse myself briefly to take some orders from a group of men that's just arrived, and I see Dara looking at her hand and fingering her engagement ring. Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: Muse, "Thoughts of a Dying Atheist" (19 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 15th, 2009
barmaidblog	5:36p	...but for Broader Shoulders My father lights the Shamos, and after he uses it to light the one other candle in the menorah, we quietly say the two standard Hannukah blessings followed by the Shehechianu, which is only spoken on the first night. We exhange gifts - a beautiful pendant with aquamarines for me, a necktie for him - and long, warm hugs. Then we sit down at his dining room table, which is conspicuously set for two instead of three - or four. "Where's the good doctor?" I ask as I spoon out some applesauce and sour cream for my potato pancakes. Dad smiles. "She's with her father tonight, too. We'll have our own candle-lighting tomorrow, though without the latkes this time. Two nights in a row of deep-fried foods isn't allowed when you're dating a physician, I'm afraid." "It's not allowed two nights in a row when your tips depend on maintaining a girlish figure, either. Which is why I'm having as much as possible tonight." Dad laughs, and we eat in silence for a few minutes. "Have you heard at all from Jenny?" I take a deep breath, and Dad apologizes. "That's okay, Dad. No, not since before Thanksgiving. And I wouldn't be surprised if she never speaks to me again." "I'm sorry," Dad says for the second time. "And how's the new place working out?" "Not bad. I like Emily well enough, for as much as I ever see her. I haven't figured out how to get her cat to stop scratching at my door in the morning, though." "You know, you were welcome to stay here as long as you wanted after..." He stops there. "It's okay to say it out loud, Dad. After Jenny threw me out. That is what happened. And I know that, but honestly, waiting an hour and a half after closing for the first train of the morning got pretty old pretty fast." I manage to add a smile. "How is it you're not working tonight? I thought Fridays were great tip nights." "They are, but I've only been at the Pub for a few months, so I don't have the seniority I used to at the Bar. And I probably would've asked for the night off anyway, or at least for a later shift - I wouldn't have missed your latkes for the world, you haven't made them in five or six years." "Yeah, I probably won't do it for five or six more, after the mess I made." "Oh, for heaven's sake, Dad, I'll clean it up - it's the least I can do." I take another few pancakes, despite starting to feel full. It's once a year, I remind myself. My father wipes some applesauce off his moustache, and takes a long swig of his wine. The silence fills the space between us, and I can practically feel him reading my mind, until the tears start forming in my eyes. "Debra, what happened to Jenny isn't your fault. It just doesn't work that way, no matter what you think you did or said wrong." I move some pieces of browned potato around my plate. "Daddy, I lost the woman I love, and it wasn't because of anything she did or said wrong. So tell me, when is it going to start feeling like it wasn't my fault?" "I don't know, honey. I don't know." Current Mood: confused Current Music: Levellers, "The Riverflow" (63 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, December 10th, 2009
kingofsnake	8:45p	carz update So as I have stated before, I'm looking at getting a new car. Initially I was considering a new Camaro, now that I've done the research that's way way out of the question (whoops!). I've since test driven a few cars, and I come up with the following list (all used)... Honda S2000: What I'd want to pay: ~11-13K Pros: Tiny, Roadster, Top-down, really nice interior, crazy 9000/8000 (depending on model) RPM redline, quirky dash with HUGE tachometer. I love it. Six gears. Cheapest one of the bunch. Cons: 2 seats, requires 6000 and more RPMs to get real power out of the engine, so in average stop-and-go traffic it'll be no torque and a lot of shifting. Looks good but not amazing. Crazy high insurance rates. Seats cost 4,000 a piece and are a target for thieves. Soft-top means road noise. Poor sound system. Thoughts: Even with the cons, I still love it. In the top of my list. Subaru WRX STI: What I'd want to pay: ~18K (Haven't driven one yet, just an 08 WRX) Pros: Performance - 0-60 in 4.7 seconds! AWD. 4 seater. Did I mention it was fast? Cons: Boring sedan look with flamboyant racer boy touches. I don't feel the styling really fits me, if you consider that a valid criticism. From what I understand, the ride is pretty rough - perhaps not a good daily driver choice. Thoughts: I drove a WRX and that thing seemed to be insane. I now can't wait to try an STI. I loved the WRX. Nissan 350z: What I'd want to pay: ~15K Pros: Second cheapest option. Pretty fast. Hatches rule. Cons: Interior was pretty disappointing. Incredibly common (It'd be a challenge to take a 5-min trip and not see one on the road). Just "OK" when it comes to the exterior. Thoughts: I drove a new 370z (can't afford it though) and I thought it was fantastic. I was surprised at the difference in the 350z. I'm leaning towards the fact that, if I can't get the 370, don't compromise on the 350 and get something else. I don't want to drive a compromise. '08-ish Mazdaspeed3: (I only drove a new model) What I'd want to pay: ~18K Pros: Fast, hatchback, all around seems like a good choice. Decent interior. 4 seats. Great daily driver. Cons: If I'd have to fork over 18, I keep thinking I should just go with the STI instead at that same price. Overall kind of feels like a compromise between a well done cheap car (Honda Fit) and a fast one (STI), so it's neither very fast or very nice. Thoughts: I drove the newer model only (the one with the UGLY smile on the front). They fucked the interior up on the new one. However, the older models still seem worth considering - I'm still planning on test driving one which may move it up or remove it from my list. VW GTI: What I'd want to pay: ~18K Pros: While not the fastest, it seemed to have a lot of torque. Again, hatchbacks rule. The interior was pretty slick, but not overdone nor flamboyant. 4 seats. Just nice all around, and great daily driver. Cons: The slowest of the bunch (excluding the S2000). Again, when the STI and the GTI are the same price, I'd have to consider why I wouldn't be getting the STI. Also, I'm living with someone who already owns the rabbit, so it'll be a little boring having, to some degree, the same cars in the driveway. Thoughts: I didn't think I'd want a GTI until I test drove it. Overall, it was really nice, and at the time I was ready to sign the deal. Still, something about it leaves me feeling "meh", even though I can't really give you a good reason why I feel this way. If you forced me to put these in order, this very moment, then: S2000, STI, GTI, Mazdaspeed3, 350z. (Comment on this)