Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Working with Wine




Photo Credit: cdorobek








While some people may think of working with wine as uncorking a bottle of chardonnay and trying to meet their supervisor’s deadlines, I consider it a dream job. Well, not in the way that I phrased it before, although that would make most jobs better to me. I meant literally working with wine, the wine industry.  


I have always had the idea in the back of my head that a career in the wine industry would be a career I would flourish in. Beautiful landscapes, social interaction, wine, events, recession-proof, wine, food, passion, wine and working with other people that enjoy wine and all of its offerings.

You could be a wine maker, a sommelier, a tasting room host, an event-coordinator, there’s wine-marketing, public relations, wine educators, wine tour-guides, sales, vineyard managers, the list goes on…

So after a little research, my love of San Francisco, my love of Northern California, my love of wine and my search for a gratifying career; I discovered websites devoted to careers in wine. My favorite site is winebusiness.com which is a site that offers wine career opportunities around the world. I am about to graduate college and a career is on my mind, especially one that I am passionate about.

I have been able to take my education in communication studies and public relations and adapt it to the things that I enjoy most in life; I feel grateful for that. I love to write; I get to take all things that I adore; experiences, thoughts and visions and turn them into stories. I get to share my stories with whoever wants to read them, and if I want to, I can turn it into a career.

You can start a career in wine, you can drink wine and you can work with wine. Wine is a growing business in California; it’s fun, it’s glamorous, it’s hard-work and it’s profitable. There is the possibility to love what you do and do what you love, if you are willing to make it happen.



Sunday, November 3, 2013

The Charm of a ‘Dive Bar’

Maybe it is because I am from a small town, but there’s something about finding a good dive bar that can make you feel at home; maybe a little dingy, a little smelly, a little quirky, but home. I guess home is a place you feel safe, a place you feel comfortable and a place you spend many nights; a dive bar in many ways is just that.

Burt's Tiki Lounge - Albuquerque, New Mexico- Photo Credit:  http://bit.ly/1hcGTxN

How I define a ‘dive bar’ is a little darker than you’d like, random décor, maybe regrettable photos of patrons on the walls, a woman’s bra that was found after a crazy night, the smell of old alcohol settled into the nooks and crannies of the building, and bathrooms that challenge your leg muscles. There are always regulars and the bartenders know people by name, they recognize you by embarrassing moments; the drinks aren’t too expensive and the price varies upon the bartender’s mood; there might be a jukebox or a low budget DJ, and the dress code includes shoes and a shirt.

Jack's Cannery Bar in Fisherman's Wharf, San Francisco- Photo Credit: http://bit.ly/184dWuu

I find it all quite charming, weird smells and all (to an extent). I started my night-life out in Truckee, Ca where I turned 21-years-old. Well, there are not a lot of options when it comes to night life in Truckee. I quickly found my niche, my night time home, my social arena, and in Truckee, it was the Pastime Club. The Pastime Club is a place you can feel safe about going alone. The locals tend to hang out there; understandably with good vibes and cheap drinks, they know how to keep their customers happy. Five years later I can go back to that bar and recognize some of the same people, the bartenders and the same laid-back vibe. To me, that makes it a great dive bar.

 The Pastime Club- Photo Credit: http://on.fb.me/1fdVq80

With my head back in “dive bar” mode, I am craving a little quirkiness. My favorite thing about a dive bar is the people. I smile upon the nights that somehow I remember; the little place to escape to where you always know someone’s face. The search for my favorite dive bar in Sacramento begins...