I'm not happy at my job. The hours are terrible, the business is slow and I'm not making any money. So, tell me this...why, when an incredible job is placed right in my hands, didn't I accept?
My friend Derek was working for a high end fine dining restaurant and moved just two days ago. He recommended me to take his place, which is the only way you can get a job there, and I had the job five minutes into my interview. Too good to be true was my initial reaction. The pay is incredible. Most of the guests are celebrities or those who are wealthier than celebrities. The hours would be much more reasonable and the staff is only about 12. Under my excitement all I could feel was this heavy weight and I turned it down. The more Derek told me about the job, the more I realized that this would be ideal if I wanted to be a professional server. That's not what I uprooted myself and changed my entire life to do.
I'll have to endure Hard Rock for a little while longer. I do have one thing to look forward to next week. The grand opening party for HRC is on the 17th and I'll be working. Velvet Revolver is playing and "that's pretty cool I guess". I don't have too much more to say. Lately my blogs have been less than inspiring and lacking in creativity. Maybe it's a reflection of how quickly I've allowed boredom and complacency to take over.
I need to hear some words of inspiration and encouragement...mostly from myself.
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