When all hell is breaking loose around you, sometimes you just need to go home.
Last week, I went back to my old restaurant and hugged one of my favorite downstairs bartenders until I couldn’t hug him any harder. I didn’t tell him what was in store for me. I just told him times were tough at the new job.
He already knew. Everything.
Welcome to my so-called big city–Mayberry–where everyone knows everything before I do.
I hugged my former counterpart, too, and he asked why I didn’t just come back to work there.
“No,” I smiled coyly. “But I sure do miss you, and I think about you so much!”
“Let’s go out sometime soon,” he smiled. “We’ll go drinking and do the drunken swirl.”
Ha! I just might take him up on that.
In the end, though, I had to make a decision.
Chef asked me to stay on as private event coordinator, reservationist and lunch lady. He doesn’t see me so much as a true floor manager at this point. It’s okay. I’ll let that pass, for now.
But the question still looms, who will become GM? I don’t know. Maybe the coworker, maybe not. Who will come on staff as another assistant manager? Don’t know.
Here are the knowns:
* Chef respects my abilities in the private events arena and in old-school guest relations. I was happy to hear him say this.
* I still say this restaurant has the potential to be as well known in the restaurant world as one of the top-ten nationally. Chef is just that good.
* I would be crazy to leave him now, when things are evolving.
* Professionally, Chef has offered me the track I want to be on.
And I accepted his offer.
I booked one definite and three tentative private events today. The Restaurant Gods must have been smiling on my decision to stay.
As always, anything can happen. But I am willing to hang in there right now, and give it my absolute all.
I’ve been here before, but I know that there’s something more.
And maybe this time’s the time I’ll get it right.
And maybe this time I’ll see the other side. –Acoustic Son