Tuesday, 14 August 2012


Last week, I had a seat at a bar at BOS while I waited for my flight home.  I was accompanied by a bunch of suits who were also killing time.  They had their leather notebooks, and laptops.

The bartender remarked that that week would be his last; that he had just gotten the job of his dreams and that he was outta there!  The suits at the bar - one by one - began to recount their tales of how bartending saved their mortgages when they were laid off and looking for their next jobs.  They gave him kudos and drank to his future.

This ... got me thinking.

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