I don't ask for much. I do best to get through these deployments, sanity slightly dented but mostly intact, handling everything thrown my way. All I ask for is one night a week to relax and be me, not mom, dad, maid, chef, chauffeur, handyman, referee and all around saver of the world.
I found that place at Pike's Landing for the past three months. I went there not only for the food and drinks but because of the staff. To say Gina and I became attached to the bartender, Michelle, is an understatement. She became a friend and we became loyal customers because of her. So why, for the love Pete, did Pike's have to go and ruin it all. They not only let go of a fantastic bartender, who kept order in her bar and was on top of her job and her customers needs, but also lost two very loyal customers in the process. And for what? Not a good reason that's for sure.
I'm sure some people will read this and think I am being overly dramatic. But I am very OCD by nature. I do my best to control it and not let it consume me. It's a daily battle and routine is the only way I know how to deal with it. I don't like "spur of the moment" and the phrase "let's try something new" makes me cringe. I need stability. The military makes that very difficult. To counter the constant change and moving, I try find something to be my rock. Pike's and the friends I made there were my constant. Now that is gone.
It's going to be a long winter!
Team Michelle!
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