It feels liberating to look back and tell the world you forfeited your first $100 note tip. AM SO BOSS 8D

26Nov11

Even reminiscing my return to Fabrique this year after my exchange is not nearly enough of a reminder to how amazing the club  still is. This was the first photo I ever featured and was alongside, still, one of my only closest friends left in Melbourne who I regularly see person to person.

Photographer; Martin Nguyen.

Of course friends are not without their flaws; because he’s ditched us for another nightclub as venue manager. His new girlfriend is also a bit scary and it’s always really awkward when I see her and I try to avoid her as much as possible to respect their relationship because everything we used to do is now apparently taboo. Females are so territorial, even if they come after the fact. lol. It’s something I know I’m guilty of as well… and it’s retarded. It gets a bit too much when this best friend is the only best friend you regularly get to see.  Girls have a way of whinging and sulking and denying before challenging their partners to do something out of ‘frustration’ and in that mode of having given up, males usually get owned and succumb to the requests of the female. And although they like to profusely and persistently deny this, it’s a generic fact of life.

In fact, we girls whinge about rather trivial things. I mean, I’ll be taking my obligatory three-four month break soon. I know most people would KILL to have this luxury of whisking away for the seasonal holidays to be guaranteed start on return… but I’m whinging because I don’t want this break. I love bartending. I love the owners, the staff, the managers. They’ve become such a huge part of my life that if I were excluded from seeing them I would most likely spiral into a deep depression. I cried about the fact I won’t be bartending for a good half of 3 months (I can’t bring myself to forfeit four) … fucking females and their emotions.. I’ve got so much of it that it leaks out of my face. lol … This time though, instead of holidaying up in Sweden again, I’m leaving based on medical reasons… and honestly, the way this club treats me… I have a life time of gratitude to repay.

So yes, last night I got tipped a $100 note. You know you love work too much when extrinsic motivation plays such a minor role that you voluntarily forfeit it over honestly.  And really, after 20% tax gifted to our beloved bussies, I still brought home $175. I have nothing but love and gratitude for this place and its people (patrons, I hope you realise you’re included in this!). I’m probably going to QQ  when I have to take my break.

Having said this, we’re all going to the zoooooo in early/mid December together. Who said the turnover rate in hospitality is ridiculousy high. Fuck I love this little pocket of life.  I’d do anything not to let it get away…. it’s mine! MINE!!!  (Territorial. What else can be said. )

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