I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Every night I carry around a piece of paper in my pocket, with my pen.  And I take notes.  Chef made fun of me when I first started, but it’s how I remember to do things, or correct things, or order things. 

However, as the restaurant has become more acclimated to my management, I write very little about the staff or to do these days.  In fact most everything I write down is about things to share with you. 

Most days I write two things about service and 17 for the post.  At the end of the night I separate them and I leave my to-do list on my computer and I put my post list in my pocket. 

The piece of paper, in the photo is my list….just from tonight. 

Every night there are way too many things to ever write about.   

And I save the papers, and compile them into a master list.  I have a word document that is about 15 pages long just from last summer and fall. 

The other photo is of the papers saved still waiting to be put into the master list.

I usually write about the things that annoyed me most, or that I feel I need to share. 

I NEVER sit down at the computer and go; I have no idea what to say tonight. 

I do know that creating this outlet has been a godsend. 

I haven’t seen my boyfriend since last Tuesday night when we went to bed.  He is gone when I wake up and he’s asleep when I come home. 

I can hear him snoring lightly as I type this. 

It’s not a situation we love.  In fact it’s probably the biggest stress in our life right now.  We aren’t fighting about money, we don’t fight about household chores, and we don’t fight about the cats, although I will take this opportunity to remind him that Doralee has a vet appointment at 10:00 on Wednesday. 

We don’t fight at all to be honest. 

We just miss each other.

The part that sucks is that we both LOVE where we work.  I’m so proud of the work he does at his restaurant and I love telling people at my restaurant, that he is the GM of the one of the best restaurants in the area.  I send people there all the time.  

I love my job.  In fact on Tuesday Adam said to me at one point during dinner that he was so grateful that I was finally happy with my work situation.  It’s been four years since I could say that. 

Unfortunately, it’s our reality and we get through it best we can.  One of the things he insisted we do this summer is keep busy on our days off.  This Tuesday is the first night we’ll have been home on our day off in two months.  We see plays, we go to dinner with friends, we go to Boston, we get feet facials–we do stuff.  And it’s been magical and so rewarding to look forward to these adventures as we call them.

I am very much looking forward to being home this weekend.  Tuesday.

We are going to have cocktails.

We are going to watch Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. 

I’m going to watch Keith Carson, deliver the weather.

We are finally going to watch the last episode of Ozark.

Adam will fall asleep on the couch, and I will try and catch up on the Rupaul’s Drag Race all-stars.  I know who won!

That was a long way of saying that when I do see my boyfriend, I try not to vent about work.  I try not to complain about the staff, I try not to complain about the guests, the long hours, the 9 more weeks I have to go until I get two days off.

I do that here.  He reads my posts every morning.  He rarely says anything about them except occasionally to say are you sure you should have written that. 

I know he reads them because he always hits the like button. 

He likes when they are short.  He’ll hate this post because it’s too long.  He says I think I’m writing for  Vanity Fair.  Some day!!!

The point is, thanking you for listening.  Thank you for responding.  Thank you to the silent readers who are out there and never hit like and never comment. 

You are helping me get through the summer and for that I am forever grateful.

Be well. 

PS. You have my list from tonight. Anyone want to guess what I was reminding myself to write about?