Almost decision made, stacking things up in my head and making sense of what I do trying to strip the emotion out and justify the business case for my decisions.
Everywhere I look or go now is a business case, every bar is £££ counting staff, watching tills, estimating costs and asking yourself ” if I was you, here would it work”. Then out of the blue in a peaceful sleepy little town you get a Mexican stand off with a team of hoodrats, then an unhappy guvnor a moody night and odd times. How do you reconcile the miserable bored and tired landlord with the happy cheery man you know? Has he had enough of a hard industry? Have you got 20 odd years till you to feel the same (more than enough) or has the trade and the people changed that much?
So I find myself asking is small town mentality worse than big town? Was I lucky at the Ship not to suffer the clickiness of small areas? If I had stayed longer would I have upset the one person that could take my trade in one stride?
Or as my big mate Rick would have it, does the trade just need a fresh pair of eyes every now and again? Its scary to realise that this trade can turn on a decision or a word, my mate from last night has a long history that will recover the situation but as a fresh face would you survive? Would you have enough to dig in and ride out a few weeks of idiots and antagonisms?
Let’s hope I don’t have to find out eh?