qcbucki

qcbucki
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BA in Liberal// Arts University of Toledo The Ohio State University Football Fan GO BUCKS Sketch artist/ studying image differences and opportunity to mix traditional and new digital technologies. Have passion for Philosophy, Mostly Medical Ethics, Healthcare/Patients Rights, Bioethics ie:Right to die,Reproductive rights, Right to choose, Informed consent. AM NOW PROUD OF MY PRESIDENT Joined Open Salon late 2008-Eager to Learn All I Can About Writing in Short Context

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MAY 24, 2009 1:21AM

If your life revolves fifty feet near alcohol; BEWARE!

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I never entertained the viewpoint/opinion that people who served food and drink were lesser people because of the job they had decided to do. So what. Do YOU want to pick up garbage and trash? 

Likely not. And your kids?  So,first realize you'd pay them anything      just so you didn't have to do it.

(That wasn't a pleasant choice for my analogy.....as you shall soon see).

As a single Mom in 1968, you know the stories and not likely need another.A good Greek friend , who owned a neighborhood  "tavern" gave me my first job and it was near a chilled beer mug. Draught, of course. Thus began about twenty years of working in the service business for me.

Overall,I  liked what I did. That's because I respected myself and enough respect to teach, need be, everyone I served. I actually moved up into management in a chain of Class A Dinner Houses. I travelled and I'd train.

The first thing out of my mouth to the new hires was,"If you really don't have self confidence, I'd leave now." Most of the public looks down to servers, because a server 'lets' them. Be yourself.

Just today, a revelation came to me. As my job kept me from the nightly employee drinking . Sometimes at work, sometimes not. I addicted  about 15yr.9  No, I won't say I am still, Sorry, and don't bother to write about semantics. My addiction issues are well in hand.

In closing, as I said, if you work around it, be careful. You see, there is a behavior called "catch up drinking" Since I worked late, and the establishment stopped serving at that I felt to be too early. So we'd clock out, and it was bombs away in the bar.  That's my theory on giving an addict not a chance in hell at normalcy.

Pretty soon you'll drink that way whether at work or not, to "catch up", but by then,  you're only trying to catch up with yourself. That takes many many years, if at all. I'm lucky.

 

I know if I hear another diatribe about 12 steps, etc, I'll become a  radical progressive to get even.

SHH!! I know I am

 

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The catch up thing is interesting. I noticed with cigarettes that I smoked the same amount over the course of a day when I could smoke whenever I liked as I did when I was unable to smoke at all from 9 to 5.

Thankfully that nasty habit has been kicked to the curb, finally and for good. But addictions all share some things in common and certainly addiction to cigarette smoking must be at least as difficult to shed as booze or a host of others.

Ironically I first started smoking while working for a very nice and busy restaurant that only permitted smoke breaks. With the genius of a 1 year old I decided that I would smoke so that I too could have a ten minute break.
thanks for the read - it is so easy to get on the addiction bus - you pickup those emotional bus passes that just lying in front of you. And not know your on the bus until you realize you can't get off bus.
Gramps. Great Read.
I thing the story goes ....
Dylan Thomas became a celebrity. He was a private person. Dylan Thomas drank himself to death in one sitting.
Beware. What powerful advice. Yes. Be careful.
You remind me of a birth. I went to the hospital.
My son had just become a Father. I was the Pa Pa.

The trip to a maternity ward was celebration, hope.
I love my West Virginia moonshine making outlaws.
But, when those jolly drinkers call me Gramps? Pow!
I bust them in `de snout. Knuckle sandwich? Kaboom!
I say:`You hilly-stinker-billy-goats, YOU call me Pa Pa.
tease.

I kiss?
No, just sniff.
I love outlaws.
No drink whiskey.
Good day, Gramps.