I work in a wonderland now.

It's weird how life takes your plans of what you think should happen and then turns them totally upside down like a basket of laundry you don't know if it's dirty or you should fold it or wash it again for good measure.

I thought I hated wine. When you get burned from two different places with one similarity so rapid fire, it's easy to think -fuck this shit, I'm trying something else.
After trying to wait tables, contemplating being chained to a kitchen, and bein put through the ringer with general job applications, I reluctantly turned back to the wine industry as now, that's what I know. It's what I'm good at. It challenges me and excites me, keeps moving in different ways and... Well, maybe I'll get a Saturday night off and won't be chained to a desk.

After weighing out my options, I set my sights high, aimed for the big fish in the area, the one I was always jealous of but never considered jumping ship and going for. Fuck it. Nothing to lose. Went for it. After weeks of terrible limbo....


I got it.


This is wine making Mecca.

I drive in to work and every day I think holy fuck. I can't believe I work here.

Top of the line equipment all the way down to awesome people to work with. Holy fuck. I can't believe I work here.
Harvest is going great. I have a winemaker who values my opinion and has the money to back any purchase. I have customers integrated through a production room with peep holes showing every aspect of the wine making. Wines are priced high and customers flow. It is  so weird. I can't believe I work here.

This is one of the smoothest harvests ever. I have an awesome team and the weight isn't all on me and no one blames me or assumes I'm an idiot. I am learning a ton, but also lending them a bit of my experience with our pain in the ass grapes I have dealt with for 5 previous harvest seasons.


I still drink beer at night, but damn am I happy for some good wine now.