I’m working at Mac mart and killing it. I love working there. It’s been an interesting transition from the tanning salon. I committed myself to the salon for two and a half years hoping some kind of equity position but that never materialized.
I”ve been killing it and I’m feeling the over load. My daughter and my new boss has warned me of working too much , but I love to stay busy.
But by working more at Mac Mart and less at the salon I actually have time off. Something I haven’t had for 2 years. It’s odd for me to be free to do nothing at 5pm at night.
My friends ask me why I haven’t been at happy hour and I tell them I haven’t seen them at the bank.
It’s a joke but it actually rings true.
I’s nice to see $6,700 in your checking account.
But I’ve given up my shifts at the salon and relinquished them to the girls I’ve hired. I could take them but the ladies need them and I have the shifts at Mac Mart.
But with these shifts, there are days when I work all day and I finished at 5pm.
I’m not used to this. For the last 2 year I’ve been locked into 8pm at night.
I can actually go to an event and have someone work for me during my shift.
Our season is over and I’m down to one girl a night and I can focus on Mac Mart.
So I actually end my Thursday at Mac Mart at 5pm knowing I can go to Square 1682 because there’s and event there.
It’s a beach themed event. They have all of these drink specials at the outside tables. My favorite bartender on Earth is there. (Roman – Rock and Roll bartender)
It’s hot. Philly is hot from 3pm to 6pm, but the sun is setting and the event is nice. the music is good thanks to Roman. He’s singing some songs and its beautiful.
It’s a little alien. After working every night at the salon until 8pm every might, I’m accustomed to entering the night after that. My social life began at 8:30 or later, and my good friends were forced to accept that.
But tonight I’m finished at my job at 5pm and it’s nice. I worked the morning and afternoon at Mac Mart and it was lovely. I love my new career.
But to leave a job at 5pm after 2 years is a bit weird. I had texted a few people to let them know I’m off. The Stewardess, a friend and finally,…. the muse, Maria. (See: Maria – Amore en Vano)
I decide to text her: “Happy Hour today?”
“I could technically meet for a drink. I have to work at 6 tonight. So random lol.”
“And I leave the office at 3pm.”
“I”ll be at Square 1682 a little after 5pm”
“I’ll see what I can do”
Classic Maria. Elusive and gorgeous. I have to expect she will NEVER come to meet me.
I know she’s busy, and I took a risk. I know I’ll never hear from her, but that’s our relationship.
Maria inspired the blog Phicklephilly. She can do what she likes. Be bad. Never get back to me. I’ll love you anyway, because you’re my inspiration and got me writing again after 10 years of nothing.
Maria you are special.
You can do whatever you want. Since it’s inception 2 years ago, phicklephilly has had over 970 posts, and over 51,000 views and thousands of followers.
You can do no wrong, dear.
I roll out of work and make my way east to Square 1682 two blocks away.
It’s a beach themed event outside the bar. They’ve roped off the street and my man Roman is pouring special cocktails and singing songs.
Industry people are there and I know so many of them. It reminds me of my past life in that world and I’m so happy to see them all.
I had texted several women that night to meet me just for the sake of sharing a drink. I had gone there just to see Roman and hear him sing after 2 years of absence.
I was sitting in the shade sipping a free cocktail with a gentleman I’m friends with from a fine Italian restaurant in the area.
I’m surrounded with lovely people I know from my past life in the bar industry. It’s great, but then I look at my phone and MARIA is calling me.
I take the call and am dumbfounded that I’m getting a call from my muse. She says she’s inside the bar.
I tell the people I’m sharing the shade with I have to go.
The muse is calling.
I go inside and the bar is empty.
But my lovely Queen is sitting at the bar waiting for me.
I am so happy to see her.
She looks gorgeous as always. Her hair is chocolate ribbons and her face is as lovely as a brand new day as always.
She’s been ghosted by her shitty boyfriend that sadly used my friend as a side piece and that breaks my heart because I adore Maria. This clown was able to be intimate with someone I really care for and then discarded her.
But that’s how it works in this city sometimes. We live and we learn.
Even I know now that all of my muses have been toxic and I can never date my inspiration.
But in this moment, Maria has appeared and I’m so happy to see her. The inspiration for Phiklephilly.
She just got her Bachelors of Liberal Arts in Marketing and graduated from Temple University.
I know she’ll that she’ll choose a handsome husband at some point. As she should. But there will always be the guy that wrote a blog that loved her hospitality at Misconduct and thought she was beautiful and charming with a pair of lovely legs that always loved her from a distance.
I enter the bar. My bar. My favorite bartender is playing outside, singing songs and pouring cocktails.
I am inside with my Queen with my most hated bartender in the city. Dee. Just a ball of Awful. Fire her today.
It doesn’t matter, I’m with the muse.
Maria gets a tart fruity $7 cocktail and I get a heady one in a copper pot. I”m just stupid happy to be with the inspiration of phicklephilly.
10 years. I write nothing
Maria. Phicklephilly is created
Never date or get mixed up with you muse.
It was beautiful as the sun went down on the fun even outside, and I was in my bar with my queen for a moment.
I looked upon her. She said she went to the beach for a day. Her skin was caramel and beautiful.
She had to get to her job, but is still looking for a marketing gig now that she’s graduated. I’m shopping her resume to some of my contacts in the industry.
But sadly as hard as I push her resume to my industry contacts I keep getting the same response.
A career waitress at 32 with a BA in marketing will only yield a job in sales.
I’ve worked in sales my whole life and have been wildly successful, but sales in itself is an almost imossible nut to crack.
I want so much for maria, but based on what I know about the cold stark world of corporate life, I don’t know if there is anything for my dear out there at this point.
I’ll keep pushing…
I’m so proud of her and Maria has come so far.
I am grateful for every hug she gave me.
I will always love Maria.
There’s just something about her….
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