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.
thinking of you tomorrow. I am sure Micah will do great and you will too :)
ReplyDeleteGood luck! I'm sure Micah will be fine. You'll be more upset than he is! Oscar used to cry for my benefit, to show me he cared, and I would feel all guilty until his teacher told me that he always stopped the minute I left and was perfectly happy the rest of the day. Little loveable stinker!
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the job!! I loved waiting tables...especially cashing out at the end of the shift!! Good Luck!!
ReplyDeleteMicah will do great! I'm anxious to hear how it goes. I may have to do this in the near future........:(
ReplyDeleteGood luck! Have fun, don't worry and don't let anyone tickle you!
ReplyDeleteGood luck! I'm sure Micah will do great! I look forward to hearing some stories from the restaurant!
ReplyDeleteGood luck! Isn't it funny saying your 2 year old is going to "school"? We stopped calling it daycare when everyone else in his class called is school, but it still sounds funny to me. I'm sure Micah will love it!
ReplyDeleteRock out little miss- but be sure to lace up those new shoes of yours. No need to be trippen on your first day....
ReplyDeletexoxo
Corporate might mean much higher tips and less tickling threats though!
ReplyDeleteHow did it go?? I bet Micah did awesome!
ReplyDeleteStacie - he wouldn't cry if you didn't put him in an Ohio State sweatshirt!!! :-) Sorry, I'm not even from Michigan, but they teach you these things early, and after going to UofM for 3 years, and now working at UofM's hospital, I'm officially ruined. And I don't even care for football...It's sad, really.
ReplyDeleteHope work is turning out to be fun for you!
I hope that first day back went well! It's hard to leave those kiddos the first time, but Micah will do awesome, and so will you. It will be good for both of you, and he will be loved and cared for. And as a working mama myself, I can promise you, they always know who mom is and nothing can get in the way of that special bond. Good luck!
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