“Can you imagine if we worked together every day?” asked one of the managers. It was an odd confluence of schedules that brought together the daytime manager, me, and the GM of one of the others in our group of eateries. On any other day, we might never have crossed each other’s paths, much less spent an hour working together. On this day, we spent an hour-plus together. God, did we have fun, even when it wasn’t supposed to be fun.
I am taking on all of our group’s private dining responsibilities, a giant leap about which I am excited and also terrified. The daytime manager of our place is back, a giant leap for her as she returns to full-time work life having just barely begun her life as a full-time mom.
Since the moment the daytime manager returned, I have had the first moments of fun at this job–after almost seven months! I have laughed aloud at our silliness, laughed a little harder at the mundane events surrounding lunch, and laughed until I have literally sobbed at the funny and the insane crap that makes up most of the rest of our hours together. You know–the if-you-don’t-laugh-you-will-cry kind of stuff, except we have mastered the art of the laugh-cry.
Some might say that we are having a bit too much fun. That maybe we have too little to do if we are having that much fun. And so we have vowed to tone down our hilarity and ditch the giggles when others are around, because we have plenty to do, even if we are both having fun doing it. Fun is so easy and it can make the work look so easy, even when the reality is still a challenge.
“We always get the work done,” smiles my cohort. Yes, yes we do, with bells on and laughter ringing out. Work should always be this great. Finally, work feels great.
“We wouldn’t get anything done if we worked together,” laughs the GM of one of the other places in the group.
“No, no!” I say. “We would get it all done and then some.” Because I know we would. We would actually kick serious ass if we did work together all the time.
“I miss this place,” says the GM of one of the other eateries, because she started at this place.
No, you don’t miss this place, I think. You miss this. THIS. I, too, have missed THIS. Because I never thought I would experience THIS again in a restaurant. In a job.
What if all the right moments combined just so today, despite a stupid cold you are battling? What if your GM literally danced a jig and smiled and laughed today as you watched slack jawed? What if this other GM deferred to your judgment on a number of suggestions? What if the daytime manager and you don’t even have to speak to know what the other is thinking and you each know what needs to get done, and you just do it?
What if you joke with the chef almost every day now. What if you marvel at the stars aligning just so, so that you are even getting your own laptop to get your job done even better.
Sometimes a day is all good. Thus, I will try to save this one, savor this one, forever capture this one–make it my savings account for the inevitable rainy day.
What if this were for real? Thankfully, it was.