| Working at the Carolinian Hotel in Nags head. |  | Posted By: Bartender - (Send PM)
Member Since: 12/15/2018
Location: KDH, NC
Total Posts: 21
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Date Posted: 9/22/2024 7:36 PM | 
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A few notes concerning my chosen career.
I am the modern day butler. I wait tables and bartend in a restaurant. I am fortunate to ply my trade in a vacation destination. First time was back in Fred Vegas. Since working here on the Outer Banks and in Snowshoe and Breckenridge I have come to depend upon this means of earning capital.
At times I have hated my job. The people, the injustice, the difficulty and frustration which stems from the general idiocy and utter and complete indifference of the general populous. Oblivious yet endearing, I love the ups and downs of dealing with real people.
A grand sampling of everyone, I meet and interact with an amazing cornucopia of citizens and perhaps aliens alike. Humans can not be as strange as those I have met. You would not believe what I see and chuckle about later in retrospect. This drama of life is better than TV or the movies.
I love the hours. This profession is a 24 hour sort.
When I was your valet, parking cars at the Marriott in Richmond after I dropped out of college, I loved my job. I have driven almost every car manufactured excluding the truly exotic. My favorite was the Lotus Turbo Esprit. 0-76 MPH in less than a city block, allowing for braking and 2 car lengths of parked cars, as this impromptu speed check took place within the parking lot of the hotel. I worked graveyard shift and I must tell you that being awake and starting work at 11PM, getting off at 7AM certainly precipitated my move to the beach and acquiring a place within my very wildest dreams of imagination. I never dreamed life could be so excellent.
While still in Richmond I had a brief stint as a waiter on the breakfast shift at the Radisson. Please tip your server when dining out at the God Awful hour. It is very hard to work the AM shift in food service. Check totals are quite small and customer mood borders on volatile. Think how ****ty you feel when you have to wake up early and commute and deal with all the assholes in your office and imagine waiting on the same ****heels for breakfast, lunch, dinner, or even serving them drinks Wednesday night when its Karaoke night. I served oatmeal to Kid n Play and brought other breakfast delights to Public Enemy and Heavy D n the Boyz during those ethereal days of getting off work 7AM and then continuing the double with a shift at the Radisson. I was quite busy and unhappy at the same time.
Filling in the blanks.
I was in love with M…E…K…A… so many at once it really got out of control. Four fantastic girls who still to this day cause me to recollect and smile, I do not forget.
I didn’t mean to hurt any of them, monogamy is sacred in this day and age and I refuse to settle down with one woman.
I would rather know many than just one completely. Irrational and as unconventional as it might sound, this is my decision and I will stand by it.
Christ, I get off track always, I have so much to say yet am without audience. I am unpracticed in social interaction on a personal level. I have shut out everyone since the brain incident. It has been difficult to get over this way of thinking. I have undertaken a task to deal with this as best I can…
Waiting tables for the first time here in paradise.
Freedom comes with responsibilities. I took a road trip to the Outer Banks sometime around late spring 95 and checked into the Carolinian Hotel. Searching for a job in a town you sorta grew up in whilst on vacation is awesome. I lost myself in the challenge.
And got nothing in return.
Except a place to live. I rented half of a room in a 3 bedroom shack on the edge of the ocean. That’s 5 roommates plus me equals 6 with only 1 bathroom. It was the Real World without the budget. Credit cards are priceless.
A month and a half or so into the whole “I’m living at the beach for the summer and I got no IDEA what I’m gonna do when winter comes or my credit cards max out” sort of life I get a job waiting tables at the Carolinian Hotel, in Nags Head because the girl I was chasing at the moment already had a job there and convinced me to come in and apply. Thank you Jenna. Working for Bob and Nicole and Anita was a massive learning experience and I count it as a sort of college where I got paid to learn. I stayed at the Carolinian for as long as I could, about 3 years if I remember correctly. A change in ownership feels like a divorce.
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