Exhaustion

 I'm done, drained, pooped, hit the wall, worn thin, run ragged, exhausted.

I love my job. I love talking to folks about my job, my company, my field of expertise, my zone. Finding that common ground, making a quick connection, making a bond. It's fun, exhilarating, exciting, it validates myself and my work.

It's also hard, scary, makes me nervous, gives me mild panic attacks. 

I'm, as my boss has told me jokingly, a "reformed" introvert. I gain peace from solitude, from a book and an old record, from zoning out and letting my mind wander to strange and scary places, from lying on the couch on my porch and listening to a spring thunderstorm, from staring out the window of my hotel while sipping a beer.

Crowds, people I don't know, odd situations, pushy extroverts, chatters on planes, professional events outside my area of expertise. All these things drag me down. I can "turn" on as needed to get things done, to do my job, to teach people, to do my best not to be the awkward quite person. I've learned to push back against the voice in my head telling me to run away, to find a dark  and quite corner. I can push it away, but it empties all my reserves, cuts my soul bare, turns my mind to mush.

I'm ulgy when I'm worn thin. I snap, say shit I don't mean, act awful to the people I care about. I wish I could help it but the  damn has burst, the filter gone, my internal 5 second delay and dump button is short circuited. 

So if you know me, and catch me just back from a work trip, give me time. Let me build my defenses back up, regain my wit, my sense of humor. Tell me I'm being an asshole, make me self aware.

I have to learn, to help, to direct, to train. Why? Because I know one of my sons is like me. Thoughtful and deep but dark and moody when invaded. I hope one day he will let me into his world and we can just sit and listen together.

The "College Bar"

What makes a College Bar? 

It used to be cheap beer, cheap food and loud music. Craft beer has changed this. More and more I stumble upon good local bars and brewies offering really good beer and really great prices. Sure, there is a time and a place for keg races using Coors Light or Milwaukee's Best but more and more college kids are getting exposed to good beer earlier. 

I find myself sitting in the Moscow Alehouse in the edge of the University of Idaho campus. It's a Tuesday night between semesters and the place is hopping. An odd mix of professors, students and other locals gives the place school vibe. The Tuesday night special is called "Tap a Keg Tuesday". $1.75 pints and $6 dollar pitchers of 2 kegs of microbrew until the blow. Tonight the legs are a Fat Tire Snapshot and Big Sky Itty Bitty IPA keg. Good choices on and standard night and excellent choices for a special night. Back in my younger years we were lucky to get a $5 pitcher of Amstel Light (yes, get off my

Lawn and take your empties while you at it).

So Bud look out. Keep catering to the folks that don't know better. Keep insulting craft beer drinkers and your employees. Let the little guys keep bringing in the college kids, showing them that really great beer isn't inaccessible, in fact it's right down the street. Served and made by their own class mates. Ready to show everyone that you want to cheer the guy hauling the new local brew keg and not the distributer showing up with 10 kegs of Bud for the weekend rush.