By sticking around, I mean working at the bar.

It’s because it’s a new experience. I want to be able to say that, “Hey, I used to bartend at this bar in Japan! It was such an experience.” It’s hard, yes. The pay is shit too. A 7-hour shift at the bar is the same amount I earn in 2 and a half hours — teaching English privately.

So why stick around?

For one thing, I like my co-workers. The two other bartenders with me are Japanese. One of them is 35 years old and she has two kids! Just last night, she showed me their picture and THEY WERE REALLY CUTE! Like you wouldn’t believe. She’s got a boy and a girl. I dunno why the hell she’s working at a place like that though. I imagine she works everyday! With shit pay. And I’m doing this cause I just felt like it — a whim, if you want to call it. I can just stop showing up for work and I don’t really care if I don’t get paid. I’ll just chalk it up to partying and experience. Partying because that’s what I sort of do anyway. Dance around to music while washing the glasses and mixing drinks. LOOOOOOOL.

Life’s cruel like that. I’m thankful.

My friend FB messages me:

I forgot to tell you, the other day I was sitting in the library when (he) came up and sat down with me. And he told me about how you two had a talk, and how he felt really bad? You must have given him a piece of your mind huh? Haha I hope you feel better now that it’s off your chest! ♥

NYAHAHA. Yeah. I feel loads that I made him feel bad. But I didn’t really give him a piece of my mind. When he asked me if I was upset, I said, “How can I not be upset?” And then I made a recap of what happened. After that, I assured him that I didn’t tell his new GF the things that happened. And then my parting words — “For the record, we’re not friends” drama.

I’ll update about work in the evening. I just finished breakfast. I’m going to sleep now!

So I finally told the boss that I’ll only be working until the end of July. Lol. I don’t think he took it well. He told me that I should have mentioned that to the manager when I started. But lol — are they crazy? 800 an hour? I can get 1,500 an hour when I get accepted for the teaching position. Plus, the hours would be much better. I should’ve picked the 5:30-11 slots but then I didn’t want my evenings to be blocked in case I have plans. But at this rate, I’m too tired to go out anyway. LOL. Stupid me.

Oh. Nothing interesting has been happening lately. Except maybe getting so wasted the other day. Ugh. I wasn’t planning on that happening. It’s weird, but I thought it was all over. And then she had to tell me that he’s now her boyfriend. Who does that? Well, now I know how it feels to get played. I was his in-between girl. It’s not a nice feeling. And he had the gall to talk to me before my interview.

For a moment I thought that he was going to give me more of his excuses. But then all he wanted to say was sorry. In the past, he told me that he wanted to be my friend. Well, if he did, then he should have been the one to tell me. He shouldn’t have made me into a fool — everyone already knew. She told me that he wanted to keep it a secret because he didn’t know how I’d take it. Well, I’d have taken it better than how I’m taking it now. If he really was my friend, he’d tell me the truth and stick by me no matter what my reaction would be.

So then when I was on my way to my interview (check my regular blog for other happenings), I said my parting words, “For the record, we aren’t friends.” And he nodded.

“Why aren’t you sleeping right now?”

That’s what my dorm mate IM-ed me a few minutes ago.

So to update you on what’s been happening, I started working at Steps, this bar/club at Sakae here in Nagoya. I went in Tuesday for the interview.

Normally, I would never think about bartending. But that’s probably because:

1. I was in the Philippines. I wouldn’t dare working late at a bar/club in the Philippines. It’s kinda scary.

2. I prolly think I’m invincible here since I’m a foreigner.

3. I didn’t have friends who also worked at the same place.

So yeah. Lachelle, the African-American girl who’s a batch higher than me works at this place. Stephanie, a girl from Memphis, also worked there before. That was, until the hours killed her. Shifts can be from 5:30pm-11pm or 11pm-6am.

If you don’t already know, we have free breakfast and dinner here at the dorm. Breakfast is from 7am-8:30am, and dinner is from 6pm-10pm.

So guess which shift I chose?

Friday was horrible. We came back from our field trip to Mie prefecture (Ninja museum, parks, stones, some other stuff — I’ll update next time. Prolly link you to my other blog.) at around 5pm on Friday. From there, I went home to shower and change, and then went straight to Sakae.

On my first day, I was in charge of this fridge which contained the canned and bottled stuff–beer, water, etc. They showed me how to tap draft beer (did I say that right?) but then I didn’t end up doing that cause they think it was too complicated for me. I didn’t mix any drinks either–I basically washed the used glasses and yawned around. I WAS SOOOOO TIRED FROM THE FIELD TRIP.

Anyway, I died when I got home. I went straight to sleep and didn’t wake up till 5pm on Saturday. And then I updated my Multiply and stuff and then prepared for work.

Work last night was soooooooo much better. I didn’t fall asleep on the job. Plus, they let me do the draft beer thing, as well as other drinks. Teeheehee. And the boss gave us a shot of tequila–all of us–early in the evening, and then gave us another drink on the house. And then two customers gave all of the bartenders a drink of their choice. So that’s a glass of beer, 2 tequila shots, and 1 Malibu coke for me.

Didn’t get drunk, mind you.

Nyahaha. I love working at a place where the music is kick ass. Plus, we can dance! Never mind that it doesn’t pay as well as the teaching thing, but at least it’s at night. So it doesn’t stop me from doing both!

Anyway, sleep calls! I have a student at 11am! And then a meeting at 1:30pm!

P.S. Isn’t it obvious why I’m blogging this here? I don’t think my parents would approve of me bartending.

Well, I miss sanriotown, that’s for sure. I sort of don’t want to go back to my kuririn email address though. So I’m sticking to this one. Why did I make this? Well… Because… My mom knows about my tiffy.i.ph blog, my multiply, and my Flickr.

So for the stuff that I can’t really tell her, here’s a good place to dump it at.

I’ll write more when I have time. As for now, I’m going to sign off. I want to read a book.