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Welcome back to 20 Days of Chill. Today's prompt is
A cocktail if you will
Sadly, I don't have any cocktail waitress or bartender experience in my job portfolio.
I'm not even that big of a cocktail person at all. If you've been following me, you know I'm perfectly happy with my glass of plain Prosecco or Champagne.
I do, however, have a Margarita story for you guys. Here goes:
- I was feeling self-conscious because I wearing weird pants because my knee was swollen, courtesy of torn ligaments.
- I wasn't feeling all too well because I was on pain medication, plus I was nervous
- I didn't have a speech ready
- I am not a public speaker
- I have stage fright
Not on paper, not even in my head.
Just thinking of what I might say made me too nervous, so I figured I'd just wing it. Free speech was more authentic than reading off notes anyway.
I still had no clue what to say on my way up the hill to the castle, sweating like a pig, groaning with pain and thinking why the hell didn't I force myself to write a speech, even if it was a generic one!
Just as I wanted to go in and feel the room, Mr P, the CEO, approached me and wished me luck. "This is great stuff here, congratulations!"
Geez, I was gonna need all the luck in the world! The small knights' room that I rented on the castle's premises was packed!!
They even had to set up seats where there's usually an aisle!
I could feel adrenaline rushing into my veins, and not in a good way, let me tell you.
My legs were wobbly as I climbed the two or three steps to the stage. Grabbing the microphone my hands were shaking, and my voice was trembling badly when I said "Hello and welcome to Lenzburg!"
In the front row some of my favorite clients were giving me a thumbs up, and I said to myself "none of them would like to switch places with me, but all of them are supporting me"
And I winged it. Somehow.
The presentation went well, and soon we proceeded to miniature cheese quiches and wine.
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Add to that the pain killers I was on.
I was at my best. Or probably beyond.
I didn't notice though. I didn't care either, that's for sure.
Later we went to a TexMex Bar. Just my coworkers, a handful of our best clients, and I.
They were doing Tequila shots and asked why I didn't join them.
"I don't like plain Tequila."
Well, what do you like then?
So they went ahead and ordered every variety on the menu: peach, strawberry, mango, you name it.
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Fast forward a couple of hours.
9am at my apartment. The phone rang. And rang. And rang. Until somebody picked it up. It was an old woman with a hoarse voice, feeling very hungover and confused who answered the phone.
She assured her boss that she was gonna be at the office in about an hour, showered and bright eyed.
Hope you'll be back tomorrow for 2 more days of chill! In the meantime why don't you visit my fellow bloggers' posts over here.
Thursday, January 2: A new decade
Friday, January 3: Beautiful places
Monday, January 6: Is that chicken?
Tuesday, January 7: Show me the way
Wednesday, January 8: Naps
Thursday, January 9: Snow
Friday, January 10: Fri-Yay
Monday, January 13: Social Media
Tuesday, January 14: Cheddar
Wednesday, January 15: Dream on
Thursday, January 16: Popcorn
Friday, January 17: Snapshot
Wednesday, January 22: Sign it in ink
Thursday, January 23: Spam
Friday, January 24: May I take your order?
Monday, January 27: A cocktail, if you will
Tuesday, January 28: Bring me to you
Wednesday, January 29: Oh, thank goodness!