In case any of you weren’t paying attention, last March I started a new job. I needed to open a new restaurant which included hiring FOH and BOH staff.

It turned out to be a shit show.

I started in the middle of March. And by the first of April I was reaching out to everyone I knew looking for staff.

Lorrie. Katherine. Tara. Lexie. Garrett. Stephanie. Joe.

One of these folks had been a sous chef with me at David’s.

I texted him and asked if he was looking for a change.

He said no.

And then mentioned that his owner was looking for a GM.

I asked about the salary and he sent a laughing emoji.

And then mentioned he was friends with my current boss.

Ugh.

But the new job was still exciting.

So I moved on.

A week or so later, I got a phone call from a 502 number.

Kentucky.

I did not answer.

They leave a message.

It’s the ex-owner of a previous restaurant that hated me. Calling to see if I’d be interested in a new job.

Seriously. What. The. Fuck.

I don’t call back.

Two days later, I’m sitting in the dining room of my new restaurant and my current boss walks in to see the new space. I’m introduced. I pretend to not know who he is.

Fast forward three months.

My new job is a shit show. I text my old friend and ask if they are still looking.

They are.

24 hours later I’m sitting in an interview.

And the rest is history.

And today was that friends last day at my restaurant. He’s moving on to a new chapter.

Long way of saying to my friend who reads these posts:

Thank you. My current job is awesome. Even on its worstest worstest days it’s pretty fucking awesome.

Thank you for acknowledging my talent. Charisma. Uniqueness. Nerve and Talent.

Thank you for inviting me into your fold and letting me do what I do.

And most of all best of luck in the next chapter of your life. Whatever it turns out to be.

Now. Sashay away.

And since this is not a baseball, gold, hockey, basketball reference you won’t understand that reference. But is said with all the love in the world.

Good luck Joe.

Love you and thank you more than you’ll ever know.

I was reading through some old texts for my next post and found this.

This was five days after I started my current job. Truly my first manager post.

The person who sent it to me said, keep that energy. The big guy loved it.

And keep it I shall.

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

I posted earlier in the week about how someone had gotten upset about a post.

I’ve learned a lot about that experience.

The biggest lesson:

There is so much more to write about than guests.

I’ve written mostly about myself this week. And I’ve shared with you some of the ways I’m vulnerable at work.

And it’s been freeing.

Yes our guests are still crazy. But that’s not exclusive to my restaurant. Working in the public encourages that.

But there are lots of other things that happen.

So I am going to commit to sharing some of my other struggles at work.

Im an equal opportunity poster.

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