I laugh nervously as I type the first words about myself, because in doing so I am officially “one of them.” With a background in Journalism, endless classes were spent debating about “those people” saturating the editorial world with…well, ANYTHING. Fallacies, cruelties, immoralities, inequalities and just plain bullshit. So here I am (two years after graduation) fueling the subject matter of today’s journalism classes, becoming part of “them.” But you know what? Fuck it. Cream rises, right?
You now know that I am a college graduate and am now in the classic place we mid-twenties people like to call a “quarter-life crisis.” This sounds a lot more dramatic than it really is. This “crisis” is what just about everyone my age goes through shortly after college, only the class of 2008 got an extra heavy dose…in our commencement speech:
“Graduates of 2008, you have many challenges ahead of you. The biggest one is not only finding a job, but in this ever-failing economy. We are merely on the brink of what will be this generations’ depression.”
I, nor any of the other graduates in the endless rows of bleachers, could tell you what was uttered afterward. I’m sure it went on to say encouraging words like, “chin-up” and “anything worthwhile takes hard work.” What they really should of told us was the truth. We had all, been officially labeled “over-qualified.”
So this “quarter-life crisis” of mine consists mostly of my absolutely frustratingly agonizing pursuit of landing a “big girl” job. I have two Bachelor’s degrees, a hefty resume under my belt featuring trilingual fluency, published photographer, a prized internship at National Geographic- and where I am now? Behind a bar, five times a week.
This “web log” (that’s where the word “blog” comes from you know) will consist of myself, Lady Mercier, vs…well, ANYTHING. Mostly rants and anecdotes about life as a bartender- but rest assured, there will be other material too. I am at that pivotal age where we start becoming adults and get married and have kids and buy houses. Although I shake cocktails for a living, don’t think for a moment I am not having one myself as I update you on all of the greater Metro Albuquerque restaurant patrons. Some I love, others I loathe, and some just make me wonder.
Welcome, and stay tuned.