It was a good day. A long day; 14 hours with no break. I had 3 cigarettes, 5 espressos & 3 coffee biscuits in one mouthful.
Cafe & post office 9-5. Holy fuck now I run a post office too! Which is completely illegal so don’t tell anyone.
Then a silver service restaurant at night. Fully booked, 40 people, 2 16yo waitresses, 1 temperamental owner/chef & me in charge. wtf??
And everything worked. Needs a few tweaks, but the atmosphere was great, the customers loved it, we took over £3000, I made £40 in tips & we all left at 11.
But the best bit was the owner/ex-chef from the Ritz was happy & if he’s happy I’m happy. He said it was one of their busiest nights & left with a smile. So I’m proud of myself. It was a good day.
I’m so fucking tired.
I made it guys. Maybe the no.2 leaving is a good thing cause now he’s not trying to micromanage me cause he’s been there longer. Without him telling me he’ll get back to me I was able to organise everything I needed to take over. It was a good day. I feel like a boss now.
Tomorrow will be a whole other story I’m sure.
omg managing people is a nightmare. Either they’re trying to sabotage me or they really are THAT stupid & I’m not sure which is worse.
So I took this job for us, so we would have more time together. And now I have this really stressful job that I’m not sure I can do, and he’s not here.
Tomorrow me & the 2nd in charge are having a big staff meeting, which I’m meant run & I’ve never done this before. And today my 2nd in charge announced he had a family emergency & he left. Like indefinitely. And now I have to do 2 people’s jobs & work flat out & do a meeting with no support & all I want is Andy.
I’m so stressed I feel like I’m going to crack.
