I write all my posts on the Facebook page each night.

Some nights I struggle with formatting, grammar, spelling, structure.

Some nights I write, hit publish and hope I do t sound like an idiot.

Once my posts are written, I cut and paste them to my blog.

The only difference is the I‘d Like to Speak to the Manager is the title of the blog so I delete that line from the post.

And the blog allows for a title post and so I have to be creative.

I strive most nights to make the title of the post theater related.

Tonight I got 2 for 2.

Make that 3 for 3.

The weather was stunning here today.

Goodbye winter.

Hello summer.

Our patio is not open yet. It’s going to open next Wednesday.

However.

It was definitely warm enough to sit outside.

We got a couple of calls today looking to sit outside.

I explained each time that the patio wasn’t open yet.

The last call of the afternoon looking to sit outside says, well can I order at the bar and just carry it outside.

Ugh. We are an upscale restaurant.

No. You can’t.

However I just say, we have tables but no chairs yet.

So no you can’t.

They hang up.

I put the phone call on my things to write about.

Someone at work today asked me if I still like my job.

Fun fact.

I do. Very much. I don’t have anxiety getting out of bed. Driving to work. I don’t worry that the owners are going to come in and fire me. I don’t worry that I’m never going to make bonus. That our costs are off. We have a great team. Yes we have our days, but it’s pretty awesome.

But.

One of the things I’ve struggled with since I started is that we are not open for lunch. Which means there is no one to make me lunch.

On my first day arrived at 1:00. It wasn’t until almost 10:00 that I was offered food. That all day with nothing to eat.

It’s been almost a year and it’s only been since January that I decided to bring my lunch. First it was salad. Lately it’s a sandwich, along with a half pint side that I buy at the grocery store. Cole slaw. Potato salad. Peanut noodles.

I make my lunch every morning before I go to work.

Yesterday, I couldn’t because neither Adam nor I made it to the grocery store. So I went to work empty handed.

I had planned to order lunch from the grocery up the store and have an employee stop and pick it up.

But my day exploded. When I looked up it was 3:50 and I’d never called my order in. By this time my staff is arriving.

I’m also starving by this point.

I ask Lorrie if she’d run get my sandwich if I ordered it. She’s gracious enough to do so and I call it in and give her my debit card.

Off she goes to get my roast beef sandwich and Cole slaw.

Of course she gets there they have no slaw. She texts asking if potato salad is okay but she’s back before I even see the text. She has potato salad in tow.

I’m forever grateful. I start to eat and a man walks thru the back door.

He’s the front door was locked. I’m looking for the manager.

I say I’m the manager.

He says…I’m here with your cole slaw.

I’m dumbfounded.

He explains it wasn’t made when I ordered it. He went on break and brought it to me.

I thank him profusely and tell him to come in for a beer sometime on me.

He leaves.

I eat.

All is good in the world.

PS. This is the same grocery store that got angry with me last fall when I’d order a sandwich and say, “you know it would be cheaper to make this at home and bring it to work.”