I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Since I stopped running, after I broke my foot I’ve been over weight.

And for twenty years I’ve struggled with this fact.

On January 1, 2023 I told myself to say fuck it.

I’m too old to worry about it.

And so I said fuck it.

And a week ago, after my knee doctor appointment, I stepped on the scale and I was down 35 pounds.

And it happened without trying.

It’s really just stress.

Today I was asked at work what I wanted to eat.

I told them to surprise me.

I got a salad with grilled shrimp.

It was fucking delicious.

I took three bites.

2.5 hours later I realized that’s all I’d eaten.

Shrimp after 2.5 hours. No thanks.

I forget to eat.

Tonight I got home and there was no bread. I had pictured a peanut butter sandwich all the way home.

Actually I was going to go to Burger King but they were closed after some police event.

But I get home and there was no bread.

I was had for about 6 minutes till I reminded myself I was tired. Not mad.

My vegetable soup was delicious.

Meanwhile.

Not eating because if stress is not great.

But the side effects are.

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Hi.

It’s me.

Your trusty very tired manager.

I had a friend reach out today and say NO. Really… how are you.

Truth is I’m great emotionally.

The adrenaline from the week is getting me through.

Physically.

My left foot is still numb. My new medicine seems to be helping my knee. It’s a solid 2.5 pain until the end of the day today.

The same friend was worried that my bartender who walked out eft us high and dry.

He did not.

He was 30 minutes into training.

Better after 30 minutes than 3 days.

Tonight a regular texts to see if they could come to the new restaurant. The downstairs restaurant.

They arrive 20 minutes later.

For upstairs.

They are just going to have a drink.

They were seated at 5:00.

At 6:30 they ordered the first course of their three course meal.

The left at 7:30.

Ugh.

At 10:00 tonight the front door opens. I hear it. I’m sitting at seat 1 at the bar.

I turn and it’s Martha and David.

They moved to Naples Florida last summer.

I got great big hugs.

We chatted about 30 minutes.

It felt good when they said they had called today and were confused when I didn’t answer the phone. They were worried I didn’t work there anymore.

They are coming to the new restaurant tomorrow. I told them to text me.

Speaking of texting.

I’ve given out my phone number to so many people this week I feel like I’m 23 again.

I’ve given up caring.

Chef arrived at 10:30.

Service at the old restaurant went great. Perhaps I’m not needed anymore.

However. We did toast that Friday was my two year anniversary.

Another person who has my cell texted tonight to see if they could come tonight.

I said yes.

Their experience was not perfect.

But they were so gracious.

Also he is very hot.

And he kept giving me hugs.

And his beard was against my face.

But mostly he kept saying he appreciated me.

From 7:00 to close I knew all the parties in the restaurant. It was like having friends in your home for dinner.

At 6:00 four regulars walked and said they’d come for drinks early. I told them the bar was booked they should go to the downstairs bar.

It wasn’t till they left that I remembered we have an oyster bar they could have sat at. Whoops. New employee here.

30 minutes later I sat our first guests at the oyster bar.

We were semi busy tonight.

It became stressful at 7:30.

Servers confused.

Lost orders.

Missing drinks.

Thankfully I knew everyone. They all left happy.

All opening issues.

No one yelled.

So much kindness.

Lots of hugs.

The new bartender I hired from another restaurant in town killed it.

The server I stole from our other restaurant killed it.

Will someone remind to change the batteries in the lamps tomorrow.

And.

Chef came in and the first thing he said was it’s too bright in here.

Thank you for pointing it out.

I’ve told 3,876,593 people that it was too bright.

We’ll do better tomorrow night.

I think that’s it!