This past week has been rough on our family. My father-in-law died on Saturday morning.
Both kids made it home, safe and sound. And we will gather several times in the weeks to come to honor their grandfather’s memory.
I have to say, work is almost a welcome respite as we muddle through.
And there’s news: Restaurant Gal Daughter joined the fray at the podium today. Perhaps she will write a guest post now and then, from her perspective.
Meanwhile, another trainee remarked to me: “How do you keep your cool? So many people are mean to you. They don’t even talk to you or smile when you are so polite and nice to them.”
I am pretty sure I gave this trainee a blank stare.
Huh? People were rude today? I didn’t notice. Actually, all but one seemed okay.
Which just means:
* I am becoming immune to people’s reactions to me.
* I am so tired, I didn’t notice.
* I am an incredible Pollyanna who only sees the good in people.
* I am just that on top of all the moods and antics of those hundreds who swirl around me.
* All of the above.
* None of the above.
Brand new stories will continue to unfold and I will be itching to tell them.
Thanks to all for your kind wishes, both in comments and in email.
And thankfully, there’s another lunch rush tomorrow.