Category: alcohol
On blank pages, and filling them, slowly.
I suppose it’s time to bring up the fact that I was rejected from my first-choice (only choice) graduate school. It happened back in February, and it took me this long to swallow my shame and my ego and write about it here. To add insult to injury, the e-mailed rejection letter was followed up by a paper rejection for state residency nearly two months later. Really, Michigan? That state has become the land of disappointments for me, first with the crowning heartbreak of my life hailing from just outside of Detroit, now followed by a rejection from a school into which I put a solid chunk of time and effort to make a good impression.
I don’t know. Maybe I’m not quite sure what I would do in graduate school. Maybe teaching and making art isn’t my path.
I spent about four weeks wallowing in the rejection, during which time I started working for a burger and whiskey place, and then my new excitement set in: I would learn everything I could about alcohol. I have a brilliant palate, I can taste all kinds of subtle nuances when it comes to tea, wine, food, and so forth. I just know nothing about this new world. Being from a wine background, with the most topical of knowledge of vodkas due to my parents’ preferred drink, I knew next to nothing about beer, its process, varieties, and so forth, and even less than that about the various spirits. So I did what I do any time I want to know everything about something: I took out a million books at the library and went into full-on mental sponge mode.
It’s a funny thing, working in the food and beverage industry. You tell one person in charge that you have a sincere and vested interest in learning, and suddenly you’re networking organically with restaurant owners and managers, cocktail geniuses, distillery owners, beer distributors, representatives, and on and on and on. It’s very exciting and extremely humbling to be around people who are experts in a topic you know very little about — you ask all kinds of questions, and those people, feeling empowered by the questioning, expose you to an entire world of things you should read, listen to, or try. It’s quite fun, actually, not being in charge for once. It’s a wonderful thing to be in a brand-new environment, know what it means to be a good listener (and a good employee, where applicable), and simply have fruitful conversations all day, every day that you come into work.
I’m working at another local place that opened up recently, a craft beer and browns bar with food themed to pair ideally with various beers. Everything on tap is local, which is fantastic, because it creates the very real ability to meet the people who are making the beers that I pour during every shift. And that just gives me another opportunity to learn something new.
There are more things, other things, that I want to write about. Things I want to talk about regarding work relationships, new friendships, re-connections with old friends and potential bridge-rebuilding. Things I want to say about how to heal from a misstep with another person, how terribly I am affected when someone so clearly and obviously dislikes me even when I do everything I can to show that I am actively working to fix my mistakes. There are things I want to write about disappointing my parents, about trying to do right by both the people who love me, with caveats, and the people who love me absolutely and unconditionally. There is always something to write about self-acceptance, self-respect, dare I say self-love (the hardest challenge of my life). But I haven’t written in a long time now, and there’s too much to express in one post, and too much to say that would span hours and days. I’ll write later.