I just finished a visit with the lovely ladies at my bank. The freestanding ATM we use to take out rent money was compromised. They stole card numbers and tried to drain accounts over the weekend. I had no idea until the bank called and said my accounts needed to be froze because of unauthorized use.
They got our card information when we used the ATM on Thanksgiving. Sunday they tried to take out $500 in Raleigh, saw we didn’t have the money and settled for $20. I didn’t realize how lucky we were until now.
There are days where everything runs smoothly and others that are truly testing. This week was one huge challenge after another.
Being the boss feels like one giant psychological experiment. How do I compromise with 8 servers and 5 cooks with clashing personalities and work ethics? How do I keep everything balanced, fair and keep the customers happy without the restaurant falling apart?
I can’t make everyone happy. I can’t bend over backwards in every situation. There are times that I need to put my foot down as the boss. There are times that I remind myself all that matters is if the owner of the restaurant is happy and he is.
It’s one nearly impossible equation to solve. It will never be perfect and flawless can’t be expected. All I can do is keep rolling with the punches the best I can.
The best I can offer has to be good enough and I’m ok with that. I don’t know where the perfectionist in me went but it’s not needed here. I can’t fix everything. I will just keep doing my best.
I went on the weekly Costco trip for the restaurant. All of the other problems I’ve been dealing with (clogged pipes, flooding kitchen, broken door, sick servers) were finally fixed!
I was set for some smooth sailing right?
Heading back to the truck 1/2 the giant cart fell off in the middle of the parking lot aisle. The dish soap burst covering all the tomatoes and potato salad buckets. The oil broke open and a box of eggs took a tumble. Packages busted open and cans rolled away. The company check book ended up soaked.
By some small miracle I didn’t cry. A few random strangers helped me get everything picked up. I’ve got to say I was surprisingly calm for how disastrous that was. There was no anxiety freak out.
Now that this mess is behind me, I’ve slogged through enough challenges this week. Can I please have a few easy days that aren’t so mentally/emotionally draining?
Curious- has anyone gotten a tattoo based around their child? Do you plan to?
Guys- I am seriously curious.
I would love to get Iris’ birth date in Roman numerals.
I have Jaiden Anthony on my arm wrist to elbow, got it about 7 months after he was born.
I have Drews name with a heart shaped key on my thigh. I have Bentleys planned out but I’m waiting to get it.
Saving for it now :)
I have masons hand print over my heart
I’m still drawing up the tattoo I want for Sirius. It’s just not quite perfect yet.
Sirius vs his new unnamed friend.
This is 10x better then the scratch off I was going to buy.
I got a roll of quarters from the bank. They’re all from 1945-1955 when the coins were 90% silver. Straight melted down they’re worth nearly 150, more if they’re sold to a collector.
This mama is going to get some bills paid!
Edit: $143 for all the coins. Yay!
It’s nothing too horrible or constant, just momentary frustration over the situation. :) Bonus points for lots of big words. I forgot how good it feels to vent instead of ranting at him while he’s trying to sleep.
He’s looking for better work while I’m at the restaurant 50 hours a week. So I’m just tired and grumpy. We’re still waiting on the VA for disability to kick in and our last Army check. He’s an awesome stay at home dad but a shitty housewife.
Sure why don’t you go to bed at 8:30 while the dogs are still outside and unfed?
The baby is crying and I haven’t showered yet but why don’t you crawl under the covers?
I’ll try to squeeze it all in while you rest. You must be tired after lounging around in your pajamas all day. You’ve got rough day compared to my being up at 5 to work for 10 hours. It’s not like I need to sleep.