Monday, March 9, 2009
Tomorrow I go back to work. I am not going back to my former career as an event planner, but instead to my glorious former career as a server. I actually really enjoy waiting tables. I love the fast-pace and I like taking care of people. It's fun for me... most of the time.
This is not the first time I've gone back to work since Micah came home. I also went back last March. I waited tables at a cute little independent restaurant with a great chef and great people. It was wonderful for a while... and then the chef left, then the general manager left, then one of the owners walked out, then the sous-chef turned exec chef and the bar manager walked out. That was my last night there. My last night featured me standing on a step-stool in the middle of a party of 30, at 7:30 p.m., holding a bus-tub over my head catching a deluge of water that was streaming in through the roof. Add to that the customer who later was kind enough to tell me that he, "wanted to tickle me," while I was in such a compromising position... and, yeah - it was my last night. That was in August - the restaurant closed in October.
So, tomorrow I'm going to try it again. This time it's for a large, corporate restaurant. (Blech.) I'll probably have to tell every table my name... I hate doing that. I am going to miss working in a wonky, independent restaurant, but perhaps I won't end up collecting rainwater on a busy night. Well, one can hope, at least.
Micah is starting "school" tomorrow as I go back to work. One of the reasons I have chosen to wait tables (besides the fact that I am certifiable and actually enjoy it) is that he'll only have to be in daycare for 2 hours, and only 3 times a week at the most (I'm only working 3 nights a week). This allows me to keep my day job as a stay-at-home mama and allows him a little bit of socialization when he goes to 'school.' I'm also extremely blessed that one of my friends (who I've known for over 20 years) runs her own daycare. I know he will be well-cared for.
But.... still... I'm nervous. It's going to be hard to leave him tomorrow.
Hopefully I'll leave him like this...
And not like this...
Wish us both luck. I fear we'll need it.
Posted by Stacie at 8:25 PM