Sometimes I pick up my phone to write and think, what the fuck do I have to say tonight?

Yes I type these on my phone. So please take that into consideration when judging my grammar, punctuation, etc.

Sometimes I say to myself, is it better to write a less stellar post or to skip a post for the evening altogether?

I don’t know the answer.

As for tonight, I was going to write about the regular , whose mother came in at 2 minutes before closing asking if they could sit. I said yes, then we find out that he was on a conference call and didn’t come in to sit down for 15 minutes. They then were still sitting at the bar at 10:45. They’d been the only people in the building for 90 minutes.

Yes. I was going to give my opinion of this but instead I’m going to write about my favorite guests tonight.

First was a good friend of mine who has helped me greatly in my new job who came in to celebrate the new job she’d just accepted.

There was hot dad, as my female staff likes to call him, who was overly gracious that we saved his reservation when traffic in Boston caused him to be more than an hour late for his reservation. He really is attractive.

There was another table of friends, who were regulars from David’s that came in to visit. It was amazing to see them for the first time at my new job.

There was the couple celebrating their 30th anniversary who were debating about whether to sit at the table they reserved or the bar. I convinced them the table was the way to go and they loved it.

There was the server who used to work with me at David’s who came in with her family. She shared photos of kittens we should adopt and who wouldn’t love that.

There was the man who was here for a couple of days who I shared stories of the kismet of having the right job choose you that changes the trajectory of your life.

There was the couple from Oklahoma City who I discussed tornadoes with since the weather has been horrible there lately. The man knew cows and beef and could not stop telling me what a genius our chef is!!!

There were friends of the chef who came in, who’ve become friends of mine. We shared stories of travel, drinking, and working too much.

Another friend from David’s who comes in weekly that loves to share how much she likes my work posts.

There were the two women who came in who were both a little large and discreetly shared that they didn’t want a booth. I know the feeling. I moved things around and gave them one of the best tables in the restaurant.

There was the couple from Houston who were celebrating his taking his medical boards. He explained that he doesn’t test well and renewing his boards has caused months of anxiety. He took the test and immediately left to celebrate with no idea if he passed or not. They were so lovely.

This is what my everyday life is like. Every night I hear stories. I probably talk too much but I love the stories. I love to hear how much people love the restaurant, our little town, our little state. I’ve made so many new friends. I’ve also staved off bad situations by engaging our guests as the enter and leave.

So never think my job isn’t rewarding. Never think I don’t like what I do. It’s so amazing to go to work and help people enjoy their their vacations.

Life really is good.