Withdrawal

If i don't write I will not be able to see the sun.

Obnoxiousness, self importance, and general BS and hurt drive my inspiration. Guess it's a good thing that I am re-entering restaurant life. Should get some more material. And this time I won't be so emotionally attached and enmeshed with the people...

Leaving Morton's the first time was weird. I had been there since I first stepped foot in DC. What made it a lot easier to leave was the fact that the "fun" had pretty much died there. After being beaten into submission with folks like Russ who supplanted Jim's return, starting as captain working primarily with Tony and his overactive mouth as soon as Ned and Jim left, while most of the good servers had left- it was just drudgery. Having nights free was good but awkward at first. I felt okay only when I was busy with multiple responsibilities and interests on my plate, and knowing that I was progressing in my work. It actually seemed like a pretty depressing scene down there. It seemed rather dismal the first time I walked by (since my first job out of there was just up the street). Not busy, same old people/usual suspects doing the usual things, less than stellar pool of servers, inconsistent business, same old, "no scandals" as Doug said. Guess I took them all with me.

It was nice to be out in the "world," as everyone had been saying, but strange. These feelings of discomfort quickly dissipated after I moved from my Navy contracting job to the speech writing position at DHS. More time had passed and also no time to think about such things when you are working 14 and 15 hour days writing Congressional testimony, and going to meetings at the White House. Ironically it was all a result of Morton's... Vicious cycle.