Here’s the good news: The new place begins mock service in five days.
Why is this good news?
I will have something far more interesting to write about than my incredibly introspective, interesting, and insightful assessments of myself.
That’s right–enough about me.
I hit a low yesterday. I shared it in this blog. Then I shared it with my new manager this afternoon.
I no longer feel a need to consume a bottle of wine an hour.
I have a good manager. He gets it, mostly, that I am feeling a tad shaken in my new role. He gets it, mostly, that I am not usually a high-maintenance, drama-queen girl.
In his way, I think he gets this: It’s different for girls.
We want to know everything in the text book before the class begins.
We want to be a step ahead of our male peers–hell, any peer–because otherwise we might be viewed as less able.
We want to be sweet and nice, and also beyond better in all we take on, while we’re being sweet and nice.
Anyway, I took a chill pill and reigned myself in. I’m on board. Tears are over. All good.
Until someone asks me to do a void on Micros, pair a wine, explain a course, construct a tip-out spread sheet on Excel, describe a specialty cocktail, deal with a contrite/happy/sad/content guest.
Wait, guests. That’s right, I have them SO covered!
Yeah, it’s different for girls.
Or at least this girl.