I haven't really written one of my "Love letters/thank you letters" to anyone in a long time. I thought maybe I would write one that is long overdo.
First, this one is finally being written because the fact that people sit here and are complaining of wanting jobs/needing jobs, it's driving me crazy. It's like when people started griping about not being able to leave the house... it was like "Join the club". If you want a job, if you need a job, LOOK AROUND. People are hiring everywhere. Go apply somewhere. If you need a job THAT BAD, go get one. If you really needed one that desperately, you would be applying for a season job at a Halloween shop or MacDonalds or something.
I can't work. I can't drive myself to a job right now. We still don't know if my brain is going to behave itself long enough for me to function for a job. I can't multitask well enough to get things done. It's upsetting, but it's the truth.
I miss my job. I LOVED my job at Naughty Oak. Steve and Emily Kitts were amazing. I had been working as a catering manager when the seizures hit and I had to give that up. And I was on a walk trying to think about all of that, deal with all of that and walking through Old Orcutt as their brewery was almost complete. Steve was outside. We started talking.
I told him about everything. I had recently seen him at some sort of event. He was pouring beer. I was serving snacks. And I thought I didn't like beer. He said I just didn't know how to like beer. I laughed and told him he was probably right because I thought I didn't like wine either and then I learned about it and it turned out I really did. He poured some of his beer for me and it was really good. So, after hearing about what had happened, and knowing I knew about his beer and that I was good at hospitality (since he had seen me at the event), he asked me to come in the next day to talk. I did. We talked about me working for him and being the event coordinator of sorts for the brewery. Going to the events. Helping book bands and food trucks. He knew I couldn't drive. He would help get me places. I accepted. It sounded so fun. Working with someone from high school and helping him open up a business! This sounds awesome.
As time went on, Steve and Em were just so amazing. Naughty Oak was so much fun. All of the events I went to were a blast. I loved my coworkers, I loved the musicians and bands, the food trucks, the regulars, the trivia nights, everything. It was just awesome. And they understood everything. Randy even started to work there a couple of nights a week.
One day I came in and a coworker said "What was that last night?" I looked at him, confused. I had no idea what he was talking about. Apparently I had a seizure and he had to call Randy to get me. But he thought a seizure would be dropping on the floor and shaking, not spacing out and being weird like that. I was worried he would be weird around me from then on, but nope. He just shook it off and acted like it had never happened.
Giving up my job because I had to get brain surgery and we were unaware of the recovery period was one of the saddest things for me. Whenever I put on my Naughty Oak hoodie or t-shirt (because yes, even out here in Indiana I still represent), I miss the Kitts even more. I make sure to stop into Naughty Oak anytime I am in town just hoping they will be there (they haven't been yet) so I can say hi to my Bossman and Bosslady. I don't think they will ever EVER understand how much I appreciate what they did for me. Having to give up my catering job because I couldn't drive, I thought was just awful but then being offered the job there- I learned so much and had so much fun. Steve and Emily are wonderful people and I am so proud of them. And I have yet to taste beer as good as theirs... not that I'm bias or anything.
