I can't believe how drastically my life has improved in one week. Training at our brand new Gaithersburg restaurant has been fantastic. Every part of my new job in restaurant management fascinates me. From the profit and loss spreadsheets to inventory to managing people on a shift. A restaurant has to work like a well-oiled machine. If you're working the front door and don't notice that the kitchen is behind on ticket times, you're quoting low wait times and risk losing guests. Everything crumbles if you don't have your mind on every part of the machine. It's frightening and exhilarating.
A week ago I was wearing whatever mismatched, hopefully washed clothes I had to stumble into the office, bag full of server clothes in tow for the late night shift. Today I'm well dressed, sitting at gate D at BWI awaiting my flight to Boston for a managers meeting.
Yesterday I had the day off. Completely off. After sleeping for NINE HOURS, I played Legos, did laundry, held babies, went to the playground and made dinner.
I'm not quite sure how to explain this, but a week ago I felt old at 36. Now I feel young. I feel young and hopeful.
And damn I love airports.