Last night I dreamt about working in a restaurant. I loved the faced pace environment, comaradarie and anticipation of my old waitressing days. It was a great place for me at the time. The place where I met my best friend, a few of the guys I dated, where I came out of my shell. There were crazy times and boring times when I had to “marry ketchups” and fill salt and pepper shakers.
There is good and bad in every occupation but I look back on those days as some people look back on the glory days of high school. For me, my restaurant days were better than my high school days. The stakes were lower, the music was better, there was less drama and fewer cliques.
When I look back longingly at any time in my life, it makes me wonder what element of that time I am missing now and how I can bring a bit of that back into my life today. Maybe it’s moments of celebration when the whole crew came together to sing “Happy Birthday” to a guest, or the times we went out dancing after work, the beach parties, the shared stories in little server stations, how we made weird little burritos with lettuce, cheese and salsa during lulls and rolled our eyes when the manager said, “if you have time to lean you have time to clean”. Maybe it was the light hearted way I took my apron off at the end of the day and left the job in the drawer with it and my guest check book.
I will continue to reflect on this some more but in the meantime I will try to bring a bit of that lightheartedness into my day and maybe even make a weird burrito for lunch. 🌯
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