Fun Job at The Muny?

I have been retired for three years now and for most of that time I have enjoyed retirement.  After all, what is not to like about all that freedom?  Freedom to get up when ever it pleases me, freedom to come and go as I please, freedom from the tyrannical boss and freedom from the new kid on the job whose favorite phrase is "that's not in my job description".  I have more time to enjoy my precious grandchildren, to read, to be with girlfriends, to paint and to travel.  Yet I keep having this nagging thought way in the back of my mind that says there is something missing in my life.  I may be wrong but I think that annoying thought is pushing me back into the job market.  If that is true, then what do I want to do?  What type of job is right for this 61 year old woman who really only wants to have fun?  I guess that is the answer - a fun job.  I have heard there are a lot of fun job opportunities.  Is that just another urban myth or can someone go to work each day and have a really good time?  Perhaps an internship abroad - see the world on someone else's dime, or a chance to work on a dude ranch, or a cruise line.  Maybe I could be bouncer at an all male strip joint.  I can just see it now, some 6 foot tall amazon woman who looks like she is on steroids decides she wants more than a quick feel for the dollar she has forced into the g-string of the eye candy hunk dancing for the ladies' pleasure.  All 5 foot of me grabs her and forces her out into the street.  Yeah right, she'd be sitting on my face while she continued to fondle the hunk.

So back to reality.  I decided to start my thrilling job search close to home, the wonderful St. Louis Muny.  I have gone to The Muny since I was a child and have always found it to be fun, so why not work there?  Seven weeks of listening to great musicals, meeting and talking with lots of people and working with some fund loving kids.  Sounds like a job right up my alley.  Good thing I am not doing this for the money.  The job only pays minimum wage and I had to buy my own uniform and pay to get a very painful hepatitis A shot.  I figure after paying $43 for the Hep A shot, $20 for 2 bright orange polo shirts and visor, $28 for 2 pairs of khaki pants and the gas to drive back and forth to St. Louis, I should just about break even by the end of the season.

I'm not sure why but instead of hiring me as a cashier (27 years of banking experience) I was hired as a bartender.  But what the heck, I've met a lot of bartenders and none of them impressed me with their great intelligence so I figured I could handle it.  And I did.  My biggest fear was pouring beer.  I just knew I would never master keeping the foamy head to a minimum.  What a surprise - it only took two tries and I had it mastered.  (Steve is an excellent teacher.)

Is it the fun job I was seeking?  No, but I didn't dislike it.  I was disappointed that I was unable to hear the musical because of all the noise in the food stand.  Other than that, the job was as I imagined it would be,  The people attending the show were there to have a good time so they were all pleasant even though the 90 plus degree weather was stifling.  The young people who worked in the food stand with me were all very nice and helpful.  I will continue to work there until the end of the season.  Tonight was Legally Blond.  That really isn't one of my favorites so I didn't mind that I could not hear it.  Perhaps I'll be able to come up with an arrangement with management so that I can listen to my favorite musicals.  That shouldn't be difficult for someone who has as many scathingly brilliant ideas as I do.