bring some inspiration to the man
...in my head.
*
i guess i needed a weekend like this one to get me out of this funk for good. my chefs' kids were in town and i pretty much told him to have some fun with them, take some time for himself for once, and things will be fine.
and they were, i did my thing, relearning to assert myself, taking charge for the first time in a couple months and just plain making sure that business was taken care of. i cut employees long before they were due, took necessary risks, and managed inventory alone for the first time since September.
the problem is that i don't think it was enough. sales were flat, horrible, especially since after last weekend when i didn't leave the line either saturday or sunday for nearly five hours, rocking saute or the grill, we expected the same (same shows, same amount of business, right? our projections were even higher this week because of this...). but it didn't happen.
friday was ok, falling in line with what we've done the past month, but saturday...oh, it sucked. at 6 pm there was no one at the bar and you could hear that pin drop on the second floor down in the basement. today i saw our lowest sales since i started...good grief, i cut people right and left and i still never saw my labor go below 20%.
it really hurts when you do everything right and it still bites you in the ass. i worked my tail off 11 hours on friday, 12 on saturday, and 14 today. and i'm probably going in an hour early tomorrow because i've finally got my balls back and gonna have a nice chat with my troops about how my inventory sucks because of them (and their pm compatriots).
no more idiocy, i'm back in control, and taking back ownership of what was mine in the first place.
*
i was talking with one of the bartenders while i was doing the cobndiment inventory behind the bar, and i can't recall what started her response (probably the lack of business) but she started to explain sarcastically that she deals with the pain by cutting herself, and i actually found myself laughing. and then i started laughing at myself for finding it funny for the first time since getting out of Madison.
i said as much, and she asked me, did she cut herself? and i said, oh yes, and tried to overdose on sleeping pills twice. ours was a relatiobnship built upon manic depressiveness.
and i actually feel good, getting a bit of it out there with the staff, so they might stop thinking that just because i don't smile (have i ever?) doesn't mean i'm not happy.
*
i guess i needed a weekend like this one to get me out of this funk for good. my chefs' kids were in town and i pretty much told him to have some fun with them, take some time for himself for once, and things will be fine.
and they were, i did my thing, relearning to assert myself, taking charge for the first time in a couple months and just plain making sure that business was taken care of. i cut employees long before they were due, took necessary risks, and managed inventory alone for the first time since September.
the problem is that i don't think it was enough. sales were flat, horrible, especially since after last weekend when i didn't leave the line either saturday or sunday for nearly five hours, rocking saute or the grill, we expected the same (same shows, same amount of business, right? our projections were even higher this week because of this...). but it didn't happen.
friday was ok, falling in line with what we've done the past month, but saturday...oh, it sucked. at 6 pm there was no one at the bar and you could hear that pin drop on the second floor down in the basement. today i saw our lowest sales since i started...good grief, i cut people right and left and i still never saw my labor go below 20%.
it really hurts when you do everything right and it still bites you in the ass. i worked my tail off 11 hours on friday, 12 on saturday, and 14 today. and i'm probably going in an hour early tomorrow because i've finally got my balls back and gonna have a nice chat with my troops about how my inventory sucks because of them (and their pm compatriots).
no more idiocy, i'm back in control, and taking back ownership of what was mine in the first place.
*
i was talking with one of the bartenders while i was doing the cobndiment inventory behind the bar, and i can't recall what started her response (probably the lack of business) but she started to explain sarcastically that she deals with the pain by cutting herself, and i actually found myself laughing. and then i started laughing at myself for finding it funny for the first time since getting out of Madison.
i said as much, and she asked me, did she cut herself? and i said, oh yes, and tried to overdose on sleeping pills twice. ours was a relatiobnship built upon manic depressiveness.
and i actually feel good, getting a bit of it out there with the staff, so they might stop thinking that just because i don't smile (have i ever?) doesn't mean i'm not happy.
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