I ran food to the food critic’s table (Yes, he was in again tonight–third time in a week). He smiled and thanked me. I wasn’t even nervous. He’s actually very nice.
I made the elaborate surprise birthday a complete and total success–as in, we absolutely surprised her, and her significant other was thrilled with how well we executed the plan.
I passed last-minute hors d’oeuvres for 45 minutes to my private event people. They were so pleased about how their event came together, including the last-minute “tour” of the kitchen when one person asked to see the kitchen and all 15 guests followed (sorry Chef). At least I was able to herd them out again when five of the guests thought nursing cocktails in front of the dishwashing station was a good idea.
I am so over worrying about bussing tables. I just do it.
I didn’t spill a drop of the martinis that I carried on a tray to a table.
I deftly watered tables all evening.
I accepted a server’s notice and told her I appreciated her willingness to work this week’s schedule.
I trained a new host.
I tentatively booked another event for next week.
I marveled at how my brain was still semi-intact after a busy Monday (yeah, Monday!) and another 12-hour day.
I guess I am starting to get this manager thing.
I wish someone very near and dear to me had seen it.
We’d have raised a glass together to celebrate.