I’ve always been searching for where I belong, so I started working pretty young - partly out of curiosity, partly to figure myself out. When I turned nineteen, bartending showed up in my life out of nowhere.

It wasn’t a dream job, but it became a place where I learned how to handle pressure, people, and long nights. All those small routines - cutting fruit, preparing ingredients, wiping the counter again and again - taught me focus and patience. And dealing with all kinds of customers taught me a lot about myself too.

When the routine starts to feel familiar

Bartending did become easier over time, but never really “easy.” There’s a lot happening at once - timing, recipes, people talking to you while you’re already behind on orders. You learn to move quickly without thinking, and somehow your brain keeps up.

The rhythm takes over. You don’t realise how tired you are until everything stops. Even now I still rush through meals, because for years every break felt temporary and could end at any second.

Where everything speeds up and you just keep going

Some nights were a blur - orders coming in nonstop, music too loud, people waving at you from every direction. You’re tired, but your body keeps moving anyway. Shake, pour, wipe, repeat. You don’t really get a moment to feel anything, you just handle it.

That’s why I created the shaking interaction here. It’s a small way for people to feel that rush - the pace, the tension, and how you push through even when you’re running on empty.