Out of my 39 years, I have had the great pleasure of only wearing a tie for 9 months of them. Those 9 months were when I worked the front desk at the Motel 6 in Dublin, CA. I wouldn’t call it the worst job that I ever had because I liked the manager too much. Ok, it was the worst job I ever had.
Although I got to wear a tie, I had to deal with drunks on a nightly basis – helping them into their rooms when they couldn’t get the keycard to work. I also got to clean up their vomit off the pavement and help them when they couldn’t park properly.
Although I got to wear a tie, I also got to be part of the inside shenanigans of adulterers – getting that extra tip for pretending not to see that there were two in the room instead of one. I’ll never forget walking into a Subway, and making eye contact with a father sitting with his wife and six children and both of us giving a big honest smile and a how-you-doing before we both realized where we knew each other – every Thursday night 5pm, one hour, him and his mistress – and then both of us quickly preceding on our way.
Although I got to wear a tie, I got to be berated by people I didn’t even know on a nightly basis. “Fifty dollars?! What the hell? I thought this was the Motel 6! Why do they still call it that?”
“Because they pay us six dollars an hour,” was my go to reply. That seemed to ease the tension a bit.
You see, when I was a kid, my dream was to be THE GREATEST GUITAR PLAYER IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD. Hey, I’m from Seattle, home of Jimi Hendrix, with Nirvana and Alice In Chains being the soundtrack of my High School Years. So wearing a tie, well that was just selling out.
I didn’t mind being a janitor, a house keeper, a night time shelf stocker, and a UPS truck loader, for more than twenty years, because in some way I was still living the dream; still working towards the goal.
And what the hell is a tie anyways? It’s the most ridiculous piece of apparel that you can think of. Why on earth would people want to choke themselves all day? Ok, I can see if you are in a freezing climate you might want to wear a scarf… but a tie. I just couldn’t do it.
Funny thing though, that tie was the only thing that kept me at the Motel 6 for so long. Somehow that tie made me feel like I was going somewhere; as if I wasn’t really making minimum wage. But it couldn’t keep me there in the long run. I eventually realized that the tie added nothing to my life.
Now of course, I’m a cook in India, which I have to say is the perfect not-selling-out regardless of not living-the-adolescent-dream job you could find.
So, in short all I have to say is, “keep hope alive, for after 20 years of trying you too could find your dream-if-not-your-Dream-job” and, “death to the tie, we’re better than that!”
Here are some pics from our kitchen:
What was your adolescent dream? Did you settle?
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