Let's Take Inventory!

I'm sitting here at my computer, thinking about all the things I have to do today.

Right now, I'm going over the inventory sheets I was tasked with making for le bisou (my bar), making sure I've got everything. I was just on the phone with my boss, Dutch, and he said he's going to text me a list so that I can confirm the list I had made. I find it interesting that I've only been an employee for a month, and I'm already being trusted with a task as important as making the inventory sheets that will be used from here on out for the resto-bar (or at least until I make an updated version based on stock).

Later, I have to get to my grandmother's house to help with some yardwork that I promised I would do. Not a promise I regret making, nor a task I'd have a bad time doing. The sole annoyance lies in the fact that I need to get to Lachine with a large electric hedge trimmer somehow, and I don't know if I'd be allowed on the bus with such a piece of equipment (let alone two busses, as it takes to get there). And it does add some time constraint to my schedule for the day.

After that, I need to head further east into the downtown area. To go to work. We won't be open tonight, but we are doing a large clean-up (most of the staff and such) of the whole place, top to bottom. I'm hoping to be able to reorganize the cellar a little bit (where we lock up all our booze when we're not open), for the sake of efficiency.

With these three things, my day seems to be full.

Everything

Everything changes. The natural course of life involves such change, no? Now, I don't know much about everything, but I can tell you that a lot has changed in the course of my life in the recent times. Some changes are big, others are small, and some are just... are just changes, I suppose.

I'm nineteen now. My birthday came and passed. Not a whole lot of people remembered, but hey, I'm not complaining. Heck, I wasn't expecting anyone to remember. And no, this isn't me saying "oof, no one's going to remember, this sucks," this is me saying "hey, it's nice if you remembered, but it's not a big deal if you don't!" I didn't expect nineteen to feel any different than eighteen, but somehow, I feel something's different. I don't know what (sorry), but there's something there.

Theatre... I have decided to switch out of the theatre program. A decision that did not come lightly. It's the one thing I had been gearing my life towards for the last seven or eight years. But doing it in college, in school, has started to lose it's thrill. And I feel that if I did continue it, it'd lose it's thrill entirely. And I don't want that to happen. So I applied for a change of program... into Media Arts. Primarily for Film Production and Photography. These things have always been of some interest to me, and so I thought I'd go for it! I'm super excited to try my hand at these things, and learn more about it. As for theatre and such things; I can continue to pursue that on my own, outside of school.

I am no longer unemployed. I bartend now, actually. At Le Bisou, the restaurant/bar that belongs to my sister's boyfriend. Downtown too, in the Plateau of all places (this area tends to get quite busy as the weather warms up). I've done a handful of nights so far, and have made some pretty decent money too. I love the job. The second I got behind the bar, I felt as if everything that followed was natural instinct/ability. The mixing of drinks, making up recipes, interacting with my coworkers and customers... it's a lot of fun. Or I find it is, anyway.

School's over now, and summer vacation is in full swing. I plan on working as much as I can, saving up, and enjoying the time off to the best of my ability. Not let things get me down, y'know? Y'know. And that starts tonight, with a trip to The Pound (which I haven't been to in ages, heh.)