There's a lot of insecurity in starting something new. I was so so so nervous to start at the Hale, you wouldn't believe it. What if I was a total amatelur? What if I couldn't hear it? what if I simply couldn't do it? All of these doubts scared me to the point that I considered not taking the job. To a degree, I blame Applebee's. I got comfortable at Applebee's., For five years, I didn't do anything new. I didn't put myself in a position to fail. So when the time came to rise, I nearly didn't. Moral of the story: Don't get comfortable. Stay Hungry. Get comfortable with being out of your comfort zone. Every day, I am more and more convinced that this is the only way to live.
I hate brushing my teeth. Honestly, it's a chore that I do twice a day, every single day of my life. I love showers. Waking up in the morning and taking a shower is the best. But it's like... taking a vacation to somewhere far away. The shower is the vacation. You get there and it's great. You're relaxing, hanging with your family, maybe and then it's over. And you find yourself on this 12 hour airplane ride, sunburned, drowsy, cramped and miserable. The old lady next to you smells like cats and the kid behind you keeps kicking your seat. That's how I feel about brushing my teeth after I get out of the shower.
Here's a question for you: How is the maximum occupancy of any establishment determined? I was at Del Taco tonight, doing some reading (let me tell you this: weird people are at del taco late at night) and I saw the maximum occupancy sign. It was 60. 60 people can be in the dining area of del taco in springville.
I guess my actual question is: Does the guy just walk in, maybe touch a few tables, smell the air and then- through his expertise and wisdom- come to the expert conclusion that 60 is the maximum amount of people? Or maybe by trial. Maybe he fills the room with 20 people. Then 25. Then 30. Finally, once he's squished in the corner at 60, is it time to call it quits?
"okay, you're in my hoolahoop and I can see that there's no way for you to get out of my hoolahoop. Better call this the maximum occupancy."
This is turning into an every night things. I come home and write my thoughts out. My hopefully-entertaining-yet-slightly-eccentric thoughts.
I wonder how long it will last. It can't last.
I love you for reading.
Everyone knows but they won't tell.