today wasn't the best day. in fact...i could list all the things that went wrong, but then this post would be considered far too long.
it felt like everything came right at me. there were no buffers, there was no help, and no one else to blame but myself and my own incompatibilities.
and there were moments when i just wanted to curl up and cry. but i couldn't because there was an order to do, or cheese to grate, toppings to re-fill, dough to be made and processed or all simultaneously. there were people who called in massive orders and another who completely cancelled her order because i couldn't finish all of them fast enough and my boss and manager had both left to deliver pizzas, leaving me completely alone to hold fort.
it was terrifying.
and i know that i will never ever desire to own any type of restaurant of my own. what could ever possess me to put myself under the exact kind of pressure i am terrified of? if ever i were to become an entrepreneur, i would go into a business that did not work directly with people like that. i'd much rather simply work in the kitchen the entire time than up front with those people's staring, judging eyes.
and my feet ache. it's a good thing i get a free pizza once a week, and get paid otherwise i don't think i could do this. i have to keep the end goal in mind.
college. oh the loveliness of getting an education thus making it able to have a job that you love. as my older brother told me; i have now discovered a reason to get an education: so that i am no longer stuck with a minimum wage job.
way to go education!
and there were moments when i just wanted to curl up and cry. but i couldn't because there was an order to do, or cheese to grate, toppings to re-fill, dough to be made and processed or all simultaneously. there were people who called in massive orders and another who completely cancelled her order because i couldn't finish all of them fast enough and my boss and manager had both left to deliver pizzas, leaving me completely alone to hold fort.
it was terrifying.
and i know that i will never ever desire to own any type of restaurant of my own. what could ever possess me to put myself under the exact kind of pressure i am terrified of? if ever i were to become an entrepreneur, i would go into a business that did not work directly with people like that. i'd much rather simply work in the kitchen the entire time than up front with those people's staring, judging eyes.
and my feet ache. it's a good thing i get a free pizza once a week, and get paid otherwise i don't think i could do this. i have to keep the end goal in mind.
college. oh the loveliness of getting an education thus making it able to have a job that you love. as my older brother told me; i have now discovered a reason to get an education: so that i am no longer stuck with a minimum wage job.
way to go education!
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