23 Days in...

So it's been an incredibly long time since my last post. Obviously you could guess that it were due to laziness or lack of internet capabilities, little desire, etc. In reality, it is the simple fact that so much has happened in the last month and a half, I've been afraid to even dare try posting about it. What will be saved for another post, when i have the balls to post about it, can be simplified down to this- moving to another state is incredibly difficult.

 If you have my luck, which is little to none, well guess what? Its even harder. No matter how much I planned, saved, organized, or stressed out; no plan could have prepared me for every damn bump in the road. This blog was supposed to track the incredible journey that is/was my new adventure, which has quite literally been a nightmare. There are things I can tell you, and things I cannot but lets just say that everything that could go wrong, did.

Here I am 23 days later, the glorious life I planned for my self is far from my reach. No job, no internet, no cable. Thank the heavens above that I paid rent two months in advance and paid all my bills before I left. I am looking back on the last 23 days and I have to say that I have some regrets. Of course having a job before I moved would have been a good idea, but I guess what I wish more is that I would have known that I would be living in San Diego with no job for a month- a little more saving or a little better planning and I could have enjoyed it a little more. It was like being on vacation- except for that I failed to see it that way. I've stressed every day about money, making what we have stretch as far a possible, and jobs-which are harder to get than I thought, and getting our tiny little joke of an apartment together.

This post may sound cynical but in truth, I feel good. Because I am still standing, I am still making it work, and I need to get out and enjoy what is in front of me. I moved to paradise, turns out paradise will not remove your worries, it only masks them for a brief moment. But as long as I know this fact, I can stop expecting it to make my problems go away. I have to fix my own issues, and I have to make my happiness. I need to hula hoop, I need to play on the beach, I need to dance, I need to take pictures- If you know me, you would be shocked to find out that I have taken my camera out once. ONCE! Are you joking me!? I know what I need to do. Its simply a matter of doing it.

Get it together, Tara.

Don't worry- mom, dad- don't think that I am sad or regretful of this decision, just know that reality hit me hard, and it's a life's lesson I hope to learn much from. Every struggle will become a victory. I have yet another job interview today and lets just say Im in the dirt begging the big guy to help me out with this one.

Cheers for now, I'll bring you some good news soon.

Snoozin' in San Diego

Well its about that time when I start thinking about my brand new scenario: a new state and hopefully a new job? Finding a job didn't seem like my first priority, as I thought for a second it would be easy.  But in these last few weeks, future finances dawned on me and I began to freak.

This Hell beast will brutally and savagely chew off my legs if I can't afford to feed him. Ok maybe not that bad

A few weeks ago, a friend and I made the journey to Fort Collins for a little northern Colorado stay-cation. After our hang-overs subsided or at least became manageable the decision for breakfast was at hand, to our delight good ol' Fo Co had a Snooze, AM Eatery right in the middle of old town. We walked in and to our dismay there was a wait. But within 10-15 minutes we were happy at the bar-top, with a cup of coffee and classic cartoons playing above the liquor bottles. To my surprise, Snooze has quite the libations menu from mimosas and killer bloody Marys to a "morning margarita". They have found a way to incorporate liquor and breakfast in a beautiful way. I gazed around the resturant with my "server eyes" (Those eyes of a server who looks for the 'little things' and judge with deep criticism) and noticed these things:
- These people wear cool pants...the uniforms are supa-fresh, no uniformity other than snooze swag shirts which are cool in their own right. 
- Wow, this place is packed and it's wednesday at 11:00. They must always been on a wait. They probably make hella-cash. 
-I love the cute retro-look of this place.
-woah they can wear whatever shoes they want....that guys wearing vans. 
- I wish I worked here, this place is pretty rad

After my careful observation I read their menu in attempts to curb my appetite for something to cure my rumbling tummy and read a cool story about how the concept of Snooze came about and learned that it is a colorado home grown and they are very Eco-friendly, they have awesome Guatemalan coffee exclusive to Snooze, and last but not least HOLY CRAP THEY HAVE A SNOOZE IN SAN DIEGO.


How awesome! Of course I immediately connected myself with the snooze in my future place of residence. At some point while chatting with the bartender, he told me to look up a guy in San Diego who worked at their Snooze location. So of course with great enthusiasm I went through channels of emails to find him and eventually got his email and sent an inquiry for employment.

Turns out he's a very cool dude from FO CO and opportunities are shining. Things seem very possible and I even had a chat with the manager at the Denver location-who told me that the Snooze in San Diego is not only Colorado proud but Colorado staffed as well, as a portion of the staff moved out there to open the location in San Diego. They are featured a ton on 5280, and an article here gives a little more details. 

So how bout that? I don't know if I could have designed this better my self. I feel that this might be fate, and I really hope to find myself working at a place in my new home that came  from my old home. What better way to bring home with you.  Sure the morning gig might be a tough adjustment from the late night shifts at the bar but it will get me on the same schedule as my guy, give me plenty of reason to go to sleep early and an excuse be to even more addicted to coffee. Plus I hear its not so bad going to happy hour with your co-workin homies at 3 and getting on with the rest of the day.

Being a restaurant server is not my ultimate goal in life, however it works for now. Any job is worth doing right and giving it all you can to make it lucrative, thriving, fun and enjoyable. I hope that this is my new adventure in the workforce. I look forward to new developments.  If not ya know, I gave it a shot- try try again!

Always be looking for those opportunities to present themselves, because once you follow the trail you may find that it leads to a well designed piece of work, that was a product of both your hard work and maybe just a little bit of "meant-to-be". 

Cheers!