Work, it's not all it's cracked up to be

I have recently taken on a new job at a prestigious private golf course here in the Queen city. Thus, I haven't been at my computer long enough to even log into this page. Forgot my password!

This is a corporate owned facility and thought I might like to try it out. Though, I had pledged to never work at another country club years ago and most of you know of my discontent for "THE MAN". Perhaps it's time for me to grow up and try to move up the ladder in corporate America as some of you have done so successfully. I was promoted to "Lead Bartender" (what a bullshit title!) within the first week of my employment. I rock!  Compensation has yet to follow. Is this common practice in corporate America? 

I believe that I have joined the ranks of you who hate their job. I really liked my last two jobs. My better half was jealous of how much I liked going to work most days. Now, she dreads my dronings of incompetence,  unprofessionalism, and apparently boring tales of the disarray upon my arrival home from 12 hour shifts. Yes, I now work 50+ hours a week and am not happy about it. Neither is Lauren, hot dinner after work for her has become a scarce occurrence.

 You might think, "Well, glad to see Moose has a job". So far the only redeeming value is the free golf at a sick, sick course. I did happen to shoot 86 with 3 triple bogeys my first time. We won't discuss the following rounds. 

The job hunt continues..........