I want to thank everyone for the words of encouragement regarding my potential job change. I appreciate all the good thoughts, but there is something sticking in my craw that I just have to address. I don't know if it's a problem of semantics, or if people just don't know how else to express themselves, but coming to Vegas and working in a casino, in any capacity, is not my dream--by any stretch of the imagination. It never has been.
I'll say it again. It's just a means to an end.
When the company I worked for back in Tennessee got bought out, I got a relatively generous severance package, and plenty of time to plot my next move. At the time, the way I saw it, I had five options. I could've stayed with the company, worked a boring job, and have to do it in Memphis. Ugh. Or same scenario, I could've moved to Little Rock. Double ugh. I could've stayed in Nashville and tried to find a similar position. My initial job search when I first moved there told me that probably wasn't an option. And the bottom line was, I just really didn't like living in Nashville all that much. I could've moved back to Phoenix and returned to working at Schwab, but after my first go-round (and subsequent discussions with them), I just wasn't feeling it. That left the fifth option of moving to Vegas and trying my hand in the casino business.
You all know how that turned out--I feel like I made the right decision, and it seems to have worked out for me so far. I'm relatively satisfied. But it is far from being a dream of mine to live and work in Vegas, although I'm getting the feeling that it's the dream of a lot of my readers.
You wanna know what my real dream job is?
I would love to own a little chunk of a beach bar down in the Caribbean that specializes in rum drinks and Cuban cigars, where you can catch a siesta in a rope hammock under the shade of a palm tree or sit on the sand and gaze out at the clear blue water, where people gather to grill their dinner and socialize around a campfire when the sun goes down. And maybe there is a poker table in the back room for an occasional impromptu low-stakes game among my friends... That, my friends, is my dream job--spending my days running a place like that.
What nobody knows, yet, is that the wheels are turning in that direction. It's still a ways off, but it's not as far away as you would think. I'm not gonna be in Vegas forever.
In fact, when Hurricane Mikey's Beach Bar (Casino & Brothel) finally becomes a reality, I may eventually say goodbye to Vegas and never come back.
Mikey
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