Now that I'm reduced to bartending two nights a week (at least for a week or two), I've really been able to make productive use of all this spare time. By productive of course, I mean I went out last night, got housed, won a "water" pong* tourney at a bar, then took the money I won from said "water" pong tourney and blew most of it across the street at a fine little establishment called Velvet.
So while I was sitting there mindlessly feeding (surprisingly attractive) girls one dollar bills, I had an epiphany of sorts.
I'm not upset about getting fired. My finances and future as a bartender are going to be fine. What I'm actually upset about though?
Yesterday I got somewhere in the neighborhood of 25-30 emails from various people. 95 percent of the emails were kind and supportive. I even received an email from the Robert Grey campaign (a man I mercilessly make fun of) that supported me as a blogger and laughed at the absurdity of this whole situation. People from all walks of life were inviting me out for drinks and generally just being very nice. The one group I did not hear from though is the Pantele camp.
I'm not saying that I'm some huge blogger that everyone and their mother reads (I'm not at all), but I'd be willing to bet that Pantele or his people read about me getting fired. Well, stand up and give me an answer Bill. Was I fired because of phone calls made from your people? Was getting blogged about while you were on the campaign trail that disturbing?
I certainly don't deserve any answers, but I think the fine voters of Richmond probably do. We need a mayor who is open and honest with the public, even on trivial matters such as this.
In the meantime I'll be waiting patiently, although I'll probably be waiting patiently as I'm all curled up and back in bed. This unemployment thing is exhausting.
*According to VA ABC law, beer pong is illegal to play in bars. The way around this is to put water in the cups, in lieu of beer.