Rip Seamus.

• Apr. 26th, 2010 at 10:44 PM

This week was a tough one. I was totally distracted and messed up every tiny bit of my schedule! LOL

This week started with work on Monday night, which was bitter sweet since we closed five days later. Tuesday I hauled both kids and a ton of my Hot Patches down to Children’s only to find that it was not our clinic day after all, but next Tuesday. Our primary nurse even took great pleasure in coming to the waiting room to point and laugh. Then Thursday, work for the last time. Friday was my dear husband’s birthday and we spent it acting like children (well, drunken children). Saturday we spent the evening saying goodbye to my work. Sunday was super fun with some family time and a kick ass concert with my girls, and today I tried (and failed) to quit smoking.

Out of all that fun and crap and disaster and love I will ramble about my work for a while.

Seamus McDaniels has been a second family to me for nearly five years and on Saturday they closed the doors for good. I didn’t really want this job and it was nowhere near my home, and it was never really great money, but I ended up falling in love. After bartending and being in the restaurant business for over a decade I found myself on maternity leave. My friend and general manager of the last place I slung beer called one afternoon to talk my hubby into refinishing the hardwood floors in an old family farmhouse in which he had recently acquired. Then he proceeded to drill me about what I was doing with my time. The baby was all of about seven months old and I hinted at the fact that I needed some time out of the house. That is a silly story in its self, the poor guy who mistakenly thought he would leave his truck for 2.7 seconds to check my gas meter found himself 20 minutes deep into a conversation with a crazy lady – me. Though this wonderful friend said I was welcome back to his bar anytime I wanted, I had to break it to him that I could not hold bar hours and still keep up the mommy duties. I mean c’mon, not getting home from work until 3am then getting up for the day at 6:30? Not to mention all of the diaper laundry, breastfeeding, baby food making, and light (very light, almost nonexistent) house cleaning that was going on in my “new life”. No wonder I was crazy!

So he insisted we have lunch and picked me up the following Tuesday. We sat there for quite a while catching up and eating awesome food and then the owner came to say “hi”, turns out they were friends from way back. Introductions were simple and then he told her to hire me. She came back with “can you start tomorrow?”. I hadn’t even told my husband I was thinking of going back to work, much less that I had a job! I started my training two days later, on Thursday, and have been treated just like one of the family every day since.

This place was great. Good food, cool Irish Pub atmosphere, awesome people, but a terrible location. It was run by a loving family and everyone who ever clocked in was just another member. These wonderful folks have seen me waddle around their place until I was 9mo pregnant (#2), prayed for us and with us and held my job without question when my oldest was diagnosed with Leukemia, and have always accepted me for who I am and welcomed me with open arms. And that’s just the people I worked for! The people I worked with are just as dear to me.

So… with a heavy heart they decided to close up shop and move on to the next adventure. I will miss them something awful. I will miss my “fun job” which was my time away from my stay-at-home status. I will miss all of my coworkers that I saw on a weekly basis but don’t really see outside of work. I will miss my friends, all the wonderful regulars, and of course the food. I haven’t even thought out a next step. I will mourn this one for a bit.