Headspace, man. 

I’m going to let you all in on a secret. I see a therapist. There. I said it. Okay, now let’s talk.

With 1 in 5 adults experiencing mental illness in a given year (http://www.nami.org/Learn-More/Mental-Health-By-the-Numbers), it seems like saying “I see a therapist” wouldn’t be such a big deal. Like bracing yourself to deliver bad news, praying that the person on the receiving end isn’t too weirded out or disappointed. 

I put off therapy for a long time because I was worried about what people would think if they found out. I didn’t make my first appointment until it started to affect my work, which is super fucked up. But, what if its the other way around? What if the way we work is contributing to a decline in mental health? That’s what I want to talk about here.
In an industry where we are expected to work when we’re physically ill or injured (because how else are you going to pay the bills?) and we’re applauded for the number of clopens we can work in a week, taking time for mental health seems laughable. This business pushes you to your limits everyday, but taking a break is a sign of weakness. We often wear our exhaustion as some sort of badge of honor, but what are we really winning?

How many people in your life are struggling, burned out, because they’re afraid of being out worked — or worse, being labeled as the weak link? How much talent are we wasting because we’re pushing ourselves and each other to do more in exchange for being well? There are many other factors that contribute to the decline of mental wellness (Hello, lack of affordable treatment options.), but I only have this one smoke break.

I guess what I’m trying to say is something I really need to hear myself. Go out there and crush it, but remember — whatever you don’t get to will be there tomorrow, get some rest and call your therapist.

Alright, smoke break’s over. Back to work. 

#mentalhealthawareness #barinstititeecono #wejamecono 

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Straws, Man. 

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=4wH878t78bw

Watch this video and tell me straws aren’t super fucked up. Seriously, watch it and try to not get fired up about ’em. Dare you.

Its not the straw itself, but the fact that Americans use about 500 MILLION straws everyday according to the National Park Service. In an age where everything is “to go” (because we’ve all got somewhere to be), it’s not all that surprising. But it’s still fucking gross. Since straws pose a whole host of problems that make them nearly impossible to recycle, we might as well just wake up every morning and throw a straw (1.6 to be exact) in the nearest body of water. The fact that we dump these little pieces of plastic wherever we damn well please after they’ve served their purpose of providing us with a false sense of a more comfortable or (somehow) better drinking experience, is a symptom of the bigger problem. MINDLESS CONSUMPTION with no regard for the consequences.

So, what do we, as bartenders, do? The ideal solution is reusable/no straws. But, what if that’s not an option?

STRAWS UPON REQUEST.

Let’s be honest. As much as hospitality is about anticipating the needs of our guests, being an adult human is about accepting your responsibility for the state of the world around you. And, I guarantee you that if that guests really needs a straw for that water, they’ll let you know.

Alright. Smoke break’s over. Back to work.

-Britany

#smokebreak #weeklyrant #barinstituteecono #wejamecono