Bartending

A couple of months before I turned twenty I landed my first bar job in the inner-city suburb of Darlinghurst, a five-minute walk from the disreputable nightclub district of Kings Cross, Sydney.

With the new bar job came the late night shifts; 7pm-close. The bar had a twenty-four hour licence, but choose to close their doors at 4am week nights and 5am on Fridays and Saturdays. This didn’t bother me, as the pay was much better than any previous work I had done, plus I was young and naive.

My stint there lasted only three months; having the licensee and his wife high on cocaine most nights of the week was probably why I left. The majority of my bar-tending years were spent working at the oldest, “continually licensed” hotel in Sydney, located in The Rocks; a well-known tourist destination.

Although I met a lot of great people along the way, shared many laughs and interesting conversations, I had worked as a bartender for almost six years and had finally come to the end of my tether. The money and the party-like atmosphere was no longer alluring for me, so I chose to leave.

I now work in a warm and cozy, little café and have the pleasure of not having to work late shifts or try to cope with the occasional intoxicated, obnoxious and argumentative customer.

Here’s to the early mornings, early knock-offs, the smell of freshly ground coffee, bacon and eggs and the friendly people I work alongside.

It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

 

My First Solo Trip

I’m leaving for my first solo trip to Europe in November. My plan is to travel for two months through and around Czech Republic, Poland, Hungary, Austria, Germany and the UK.

To save I have cut down on big nights out, I don’t waste money on taxis, take-away food or coffees. The best thing about this is that I don’t have to worry about waking up with a dreadful hangover, see the remnants of half eaten pies in my room or cringe when I see that my friends have posted the occasional unflattering photo of me on Facebook.

I have chosen to stay in hostels instead of hotels, not only because it’s a cheaper option for budget travellers like myself, but because of the convenient location, free/discounted tours and activities, free wi-fi, communal kitchens and most importantly; having the opportunity to meet other solo travellers, backpackers and locals, which hotels can’t really provide you.

It’s time I step out of my comfort zone. I feel excited and apprehensive about leaving Australia on my own, but I know it’ll be an eye-opening and inspiring experience for me. I look forward to enjoying a white Christmas in some of the best Christmas markets in Europe, historical monuments, architecture, hidden gems, train journeys, food and beer.

Social Comparison

I am 27 years old, with no direction in life. I have woken up at 2am several nights in a row contemplating the decisions I have made that have lead me to where I am at this present moment. I lay in the dark staring up at the ceiling trying not to compare my life to others. But in the silence of the early morning I can’t get this sense of frustration and uncertainty out of my head.

Don’t compare yourself with anyone in this world…if you do so, you are insulting yourself.

These days, life seems to be more about getting a career early, before going out and exploring the world and seeing what it has to offer. I feel a great sense of pressure to figure out what I want to do and fast. Time I feel, is of the essence!

I don’t know if you’re in a similar position as me… But I know it is fairly common to be in your late 20’s and still feel bewildered and stumped with ideas on which career path is best for you or more importantly, which career to undertake that you’ll actually feel passionate about!

Comparing yourself to others can be beneficial in a way that it may provide you with a bit of motivation to want to make positive changes in your life, but it can also make you feel insufficient, insignificant and unworthy.

In the end, we all at times compare our lives to others. The life you have is unique and no one else can live it as well as you do. Sometimes things will go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they’re right.