Bars. Sometimes they can be fun. No matter where the location, there’s nothing better than looking around and seeing smiling faces. I love when people are happy. Alcohol makes people happy. But, sometimes alcohol makes people mean. Sometimes it makes people sad. Sometimes it makes people do crazy things. It’s a mess of electricity and bars breed that energy. I won’t argue about that.
I initially got thrown into that energy because I needed money. Then, bartending became a stress reliever. I know it sounds crazy. There’s just something about the mixology and the fast paced task that lets me escape my life outside of those walls. I can’t explain it but it has been good to me. Others might not agree. I’ve found that the term “bar” has such a negative connotation that when people hear you work in one, they automatically assume you are something you’re not.
I realize bars can be seedy. The party scene is based around fun and sometimes fun is sin in disguise. There can be corruption, drugs, sexual assault, and danger but all of these things are something I can’t stand for. I don’t like corruption or drugs and I refuse to subject myself to uncomfortable or degrading situations. Just because some bars are seedy does not mean I’m seedy or that the one I worked in is seedy.
I am lucky to have worked in a pleasant work environment sans the negativity. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get hit on or disrespected during my time slinging drinks. But, honestly, that disrespect isn’t something I haven’t experienced outside of the bar. There are pigs everywhere. There is sin everywhere. Period. I have been lucky enough to work with great people and I mean that truly.
The bartenders I work with are all excellent students, two are ambassadors to their college, one is in law school, and another works for a non profit. They are good people and we treat each other with respect.
My bosses might throw bikini parties and joke about how we dress but they are good people. They are great dads, they both help pay an ex-employee’s medical bills because she can’t afford them, and they both treat us like family. They also support us in our endeavors. They let me help build something new from the ground up and have given me an opportunity that I won’t be able to get anywhere else (I’ve been given a new job to run the speakeasy we just opened).
My customers? They swear, tell us when we’re doing a terrible job, demand attention, and joke about being sugar daddies but they are good people. The lawyers help us with our speeding tickets pro bono, the CPAs give us financial advice, the wives invite us over for dinner when we miss our mom’s cooking, and I’ve been given $300 cash because I wasn’t sure I would have enough saved to buy Christmas presents. Five of them are on the board of a Christian charity, two raise their EX wives kids from another marriage because “they deserve a chance” and they all ask about my school, my future, and how my family is doing.
Bartending is about serving people what they pay for (alcohol), being a good conversationalist, and being a good listener. Sin happens everywhere and honestly I’ve seen worse things in other places. I’ve seen “worse” people in church homes and power positions. My job allowed me to witness to people, encourage people, help people, be compassionate towards people…you name it. It wasn’t forever but I would rather my Jesus loving self be pouring you a beer rather than someone who doesn’t care if you go to hell or if you drive your car drunk off a bridge.
I may not be pouring drinks anymore but it’s not because the bar is a bad environment or because I care what people think about my being in one. Some of the best people I know in Lubbock work in bars or hangout in them. So you bet your ass I’m going to “Like” their page on Facebook and help them keep their business.
And to the judgmental people who think I have exploited myself- I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wear low cut shirts or “promiscuous outfits” in the past. But, most of the time when I’m behind the bar, I’m wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt.
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God revealed an insane plan he has for me. Like insane. It’s going to be so so so awesome.
"Everything got started in him and finds its purpose in him." Colossians 1:16
My age can be overwhelming. Especially when everyone is asking you “So, what are you going to do when you graduate?” or “What do you want to be when you grow up?” You can’t help but wonder what your purpose is but that’s the beauty of it! I will discover my identity and purpose through my relationship with Jesus. Not by my own doing. Not by anyone else’s standards. I honestly take comfort in the fact that I don’t truly know anything about myself. Not like he does. I take comfort in the fact that he knows the desires of my heart and that his desire for my life will become the new desires of my heart. What I want is to constantly remember that he is the source of my life. He put me here. He has a plan. And I’m thankful he reveals these things to me and is going to use me to glorify his name. I’m living for him, not myself.