Saturday, October 25, 2008
The job post.
It's been two weeks since I got a job and returned to the 9-to-5 world after seven years of parenting during the day and catering on the weekends.
Yes, I have officially "retired" from catering.
But I still have this urge to clean up people's plates after they have finished eating.
It may take awhile to break that habit.
My typical day now starts out around 6:45am.
I get up and make the boys their breakfast and lunch then see to it that they get dressed and pack their book bags for school. Around 7:45am I hop on my bike and ride for about 15 to 20 minutes to the bus stop which is in front of the local Kroger grocery store. I lock up my bike and then head into Kroger for a snack (Clif Bar) and a drink (bottled water) then go to the bus stop and wait for the Number 10 to arrive.
I get on the bus around 8:15am and it winds it's way through Durham finally arriving at the Downtown Depot at 9am.
I get off and walk down Morris until it changes into Washington Street, about 5 minutes until I reach the office. Once through the front door I turn left into my office and open the blinds to see the old Durham Bulls Ballpark right across the street from me. I fire up the Mac lap top I have been provided and go through emails, read beer blog posts and then ask if any one is going on a coffee run.
Once a necessity to jump start my day, coffee is now more a habit; a reminder that the work day has begun. But the bike ride and walk, as it turns out, are a great way to get the head cleared for the day.
Like any job, there's meetings and phone calls and research and all those laborious tasks that come with being an editor. Only the subject matter is beer.
Two of my co-workers are serious jazz heads so one of the local college radio stations that specializes in jazz is pumped out over speakers throughout the day. The work environment is casual to say the least and while every job has its stressful moments, we here at the magazine can remind ourselves this: it's about beer.
Then it's lunch, where I have been sampling menus at places like Piedmont, Toast and Guajillos and I have a hunch you will start to see an upturn in food-related posts in the next few weeks.
After lunch I consult with my editor who is currently trying to put the finishing touches on an issue. I check with circulation and production people and update them on the status of copy, files and artwork. The last few days I have been calling breweries to track down bottle labels to run with reviews much like you would scan CD artwork for a music review.
Since yesterday was Friday, that means somewhere between 3:30-4:30pm an anouncement will come: Beer Thirty.
When Beer Thirty is anounced, the office shuts down and everybody relocates over to Tyler's Taproom. The talk doesn't change much from the office, and I'm still with pen and paper jotting down ideas and suggestions from the staff. After a few rounds of beers, everybody goes their separate ways to enjoy their weekends.
Then Monday comes and we all start the process all over again.
If you've known me for any length of time, you know that I love street vendor Mexican food.
As a former resident of Los Angeles, in recent years I would complain about the lack of access to real, quality Mexican food, specifically the carne asada here in the Triangle.
It would take visits back out to Los Angeles to satiate my palate for this gloriously simple fare.
These days, with the Latino population on the ever increase in North Carolina, my options have improved.
And then this week I hit jackpot.
I had spent the better part of the morning doing what most editors do at magazines, newspapers and websites and that is meeting with fellow editors on topics for possible features as well as speaking to/emailing with the magazine's crop of writers to see what they have on their plates.
Suddenly it was past 1 o'clock and I needed to put something in my gut, so I slipped on my jacket (it's been brisk here) and walked out the front door of the office.
Right across the street is the old Durham Bulls Ballpark which is currently under renovation.
I spotted a couple of construction workers sitting with their backs up against the fence eating, a card table set up in front of them with napkins and condiments on it.
And right next to it was a big, white, nondescript truck.
They were low on asada so I got one carnitas with my two-taco order.
There is a food god.
Now I wish that truck would come back...
Years ago, when I was a music editor at the local weekly newspaper, everyday the postman would drop off a US Mail tub in my office overflowing with CDs.
My co-workers would drool at the endless supply that would arrive. I would assure them, that while yes it was cool to receive unlimited numbers of promotional CDs, the simple fact was that most of them just wouldn't be that good.
Times have changed.
I work at a beer magazine now.
The mailman stills comes everyday with packages.
Only now they contain craft beers to be sampled for our review section.
Something tells me the ratio of good versus bad in this scenario is going to fall more on the side of good.
I'm just sayin'...