I clocked out about 72 hours for the week, yesterday around 7 p.m. I really needed to work today, but I just wanted a day at home to catch up. Around 10 a.m. this morning, I had a woman text me a catering order for noon tomorrow. Ughhh. But I told her yes. 220 people. FML. I probably could have been done with work around noon tomorrow if I wouldn't have done that. I have a sampling event in the afternoon and a truck booking at night, but had staff for all of it. This wrenches it, but it is what it is. It is who I am. I am in too deep now. And if I am being really honest, I told one of my employees the other night, I would rather be doing this than going to my mom's every night. I know how that sounds, but it is true.
I am planning of going to see her tomorrow, taking my kids with me, crossing 3 people off the to see list at once is always a good idea.
So what happened this week. I served a fuck ton of people. And by fuck ton, I mean about 8000. Lower than originally projected, but yesterday was off because of rain. More than 1/2 of that was front line health care workers. That makes my black heart smile. I do love some heatlhcare workers.
Taco Tom: I can't even on this one. I knew I shouldn't have asked for his help. When we finished the 2nd spot of Friday night, I was driving home and he sent me 4-5 texts. "why are you so mad at me?, Do you hate me?, What did I do wrong?, I'll do better next time, I promise?" Honestly...I have had to do some deep reflection on this, and I still don't know where I land on it. I just know I should never have asked him to help, and I knew that immediately after I did it, but I needed the help. I am happy to work next to him. I am not happy for him to work under me. He said I micromanaged him. I said, I am the face of my job. I am not micromanaging you, I am protecting my livelihood. I have to know what is going on.
Then I got angry. Angry about a lot of things. Mostly that I love that fuck out of him, but he reminded me of a child sending me those texts. Could have been one of my children. I can't do that shit. I mean, I could. I don't want to.
Then I really started to think about my future and what I want for it. There will be something more on that later. I am still just really tired. Work starts again early in the morning. You might see me sometime in the office. I clearly can't make it happen when I plan too. I'm sorry.
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