It was a long week for me here in L.A. I just started a job at a restaurant as a hostess/runner. Yes, I occasionally run food with the strong Mexican men. Oh don't worry, I already spilled the tuna poke on a guy. So that's covered. I've had some good auditions, met some good people, but there's always the risk of meeting the intolerable asshole. Especially in a restaurant. Needless to say, it's just been a little stressful. But thankfully, there were sweet moments. And they must not go unrecognized.
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| The other day my phone went "ding ding"... I was running out the door, and had been texting with my boyfriend, and I was certain that this incoming ding ding was about to be a picture of the beautiful beach he was sitting on (well, beach) in Long Island. Here I was, begrudgingly about to begin my day of serving assholes, wishing that I, too, could be on a beach (even in Long Island).... Well, to my surprise, this was what I was sent. (see photo above) I love him. |
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| The other night at work, while bein' my hostess with the mostess, I had the privilege of meeting a really nice couple. I had promised them a booth (you want a booth) at our restaurant. They said "no worries, we'll just have a drink at the bar, and wait for the next available booth!" Well, the people who I thought were on their way out of said booth were actually just beginning their "lets take our shoes off after dinner and stay another 56 minutes to discuss something important" conversation, (coffee and senseless tearing of napkins included)... WELL, this lovely couple and I just kept conversing at the bar. Turns out the woman used to be a nurse at Children's Hospital in San Diego. She knew of my dad. They asked me about my whirlwind-ish life.. they seemed intrigued. And FINALLY, after the philosophers left, I was able to seat Terry (awesome man) and Kelly (his awesome new wife) at their prized booth. At the end of the night, Terry handed me this (see picture above).... I almost cried. Someone cared. Someone cared that I tried to make their life easier. Someone told me I was adorable and lovely, and then went and told my manager. It didn't take much. But it was all I needed. Because let's be honest - sometimes, we all just need to be recognized. And appreciated. And if we're lucky, have our initials spelled out in sea rocks on a beach in Long Island. |
