I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

It was a long day today.

I got to work early to make up for being late on Wednesday.  

I stopped by the new restaurant to see the progress. It is a disaster zone, but you can definitely see progress.  

The bar is gone, the ceiling in the bar has been raised.  

We are selling the bar if anyone would like to buy it.  

The new walk-in has been framed.

The floors in the restaurant downstairs have been pulled and new subfloor has been installed. This restaurant, flooded with about 10 inches of water during the storm right before Xmas.  

There was a backhoe in the parking lot getting rid of the overgrown bushes.  

The fireplace in the entry is gone along with the chimney because it was in such disrepair.

The whole place has been cleaned, which is great because the restaurant was disgusting when I first saw it.  

I saw all of this and I was only there about 4 minutes.

Get to work and dive in head first.  

At 4:00, I was almost caught up from vacation. Emails answered. Phone calls returned.  

30 seconds later, we opened the doors for service.  

And we were busy. Not just for January. But we were busy.  

I hobbled around all night, chatting with the guests. Lots of questions about the new space. Even more questions about the trip to Argentina. And EVEN MORE questions about why I’m hobbling around.

Everyone offered suggestions.

Accupunture? Tried it.  

This salve? Yeap.

That drug. Yes.  

CBD. Done it.

Essential oils. Of course.

Cortisone. Absolutely. 

One guest insists that I call the private clinic he used for his hip.  

I’ve never been able to find a polite way to tell someone that just because I work in the town I work in, and live in the town I live in, I am just a restaurant GM. The only way I could use a private clinic is if I won the lottery tonight. And I’m pretty sure Adam would have told me if we did.  

This comes up mostly when I mention that we live in the cape. Oh, do you have ocean views. Yes. I own a 5 million dollar home on the ocean, and I really only work here because I got bored from being rich.  

I have committed myself to not letting my knee slow me down at work.  

I realized last night, at 10:00, that the reason my knee was insufferable, was because I hadn’t taken any Tylenol all night.

I assigned members of my staff tonight to remind me take it. I also set alarms on my phone as additional back up.

The truth is, complaining doesn’t help anyone, especially not me. 

The highlight of the night was that four tables moved from the dining room to the bar at 9:30. At 10:00 there were still 14 people seated at the bar.  

At 11:00 there were still 8 people.

At 11:30, table 11 was still there. They left around 11:45.  

I’m not that late getting finished in July.

Not to mention that I’m beat. I’m tried. And I’m ready for bed.  

I got home around 12:45.  

It’s 1:35, and since there are no photos to post tonight, getting an entry done will take about 6 more minutes.  

I want to be asleep by 2:00.  

Thank you everyone for traveling to Argentina with me. I really appreciated the comments and concern.  

Stay tuned as we start a new year of hospitality and travel.

Be well all!