Me, I work at a bar.
As far as hobbies go, I really like mine a lot. I do some volunteer bartendering for a local social program center. One with alcohol, beer on draft, gamemachines and dartboards.
Ergo, if it looks like a bar and smells like a bar... It must be a bar.
I started doing this during the latter years of my college days. In those days, I tended for the bar about twice a week, these days it's more like twice a month, unfortunately. Man, I really miss doing all that bartendering stuff.
You know what's really the best part of it all is? To talk to guys from all walks of life. In our clientele, we have a lawyer, several IT-pro's, many students, a cabdriver, a carpeter, constructionworkers, etc.
People who would normally comepletely ignore eachother end up having a drink at the bar together. Have a fun evening, go home and maybe see eachother again another night.
That's why I got hooked into an article I read in the newspaper this morning. It was all about some buddy-program in my hometown in which volunteers get hooked up with homeless people and just hang out. They talk, go to movies, a walk in the park, that sort of stuff. No presure, just talk and get to know eachother.
This guy who entered this program said that he really experienced so much when he was with the "hobo", that he probably learned more from him then vica versa. The hobo on the other hand actually got a job and moved back in with his wife and kids.
Happy, happy, joy, joy; peachy keen; zippedeedoodah; cumbaya.
As a wonderer (or cynical bastard according to some), I inmediately asked myself the following question (slash frustration of the day): Is the homeless guy out of the frying pan or into the fire?