Now That I've Calmed Down …

Good heavens, I was apparently in a rather aggro mood last night, judging by the tone of the previous post. It almost smacks of hypocrisy. Ah well, in my own defense, I find witnessing bar fights particularly aggravating, not just annoying. Having slung drinks for six years, I remember what it was like — it used to make me very incensed. After all, I didn’t go to the pugilists’ place of work and cause a violent disruption, now did I?

Fortunately it was a rare occurrence. But after witnessing last night’s episode, I’m reminded that I don’t miss slinging drinks. I don’t begrudge my time behind the bar; it beat an entry-level reporter’s salary all to hell, and being a night owl, the hours were tailor-made for me. And it was fun, more often than not. But at the end of the day, it’s a [tag]service industry[/tag] job, dealing with the public and all that entails. Eventually, my patience wore out. When I started thinking about creating a video game in which a [tag]bartender[/tag] goes postal and starts gunning down all of the patrons in a cheesy night club, I realized that maybe it was time to give journalism another go …