The funny thing is, it means different things to different people. I took bart & muni over to the castro with all the enthusiasm of a bull in mating season. I entered the bars with all the enthusiasm of a shy virgin with a headache. I mostly walked around a bit. I was cruised alot. Some muscle guy pinched my ass on the way out of “The Bar on Castro St” (what kind of a name is that, I ask you?). I was totally unwilling to say hi to anyone.
It’s great that I don’t smell like smoke. I’m very happy about that. It doesn’t make up for the fact that I didn’t enjoy entering any of these locations in the first place.
I’m quite grateful for the gentleman putting me up in his guest bed this evening. (I was starting to think I’d be sleeping in a park at one point. Apparently we had a miscommunication about which night I would be staying over, but all is well now).
I’m feeling my unemployment riding my back like a rabid monkey. At the same time, I have an overwhelming fear of another job like I had at motorola: unstimulating, with high expectations, and a craptastic work environment.
Bleh.
I never thought the Bar on Castro should be called that either….as far as the job thing, times are tough and sometimes you have to take a job that just pays the bills. I’ve got a few friends that “lived” in SF and now don’t b/c they couldn’t find “the right opportunity.” Screw the perfect job and just get one that pays the bill for right now.
corporate ain’t always bad
I’ve worked for several major corporations, including Motorola, and thoroughly enjoyed myself each time. The first few months are always tough, as you get adjusted to the office environment and your coworkers. For you, I bet the hardest aspect of corporate life is the feeling of being just a cog in the machine….well, acquiring influence takes time. Slowly, over time and with the right motivation, you can amass enough power to do what you want to do when you want to do it.
Oh, and regarding the Castro thing: In case you care to do it again tonight, Tom and I are going out. We usually start at the Bar on Castro St for a few apple martinis, then its on to Badlands for a few shots of gin, and finally the Cafe—for what I don’t know since by then I’m rarely coherent enough to remember what we do there; I think it has something to do with dancing.