I got my ass handed to me tonight. I was ready to hand in my keys and walk out that door. But I choose this field.
However, those nights where everything goes wrong, I hate life and everyone I meet. It was smooth at first but shit just came together and yeah. A lot of table visits. A lot of angry and annoyed people. Disgruntled employees. As busy as we were tonight, it was kind of a first for me. I remember my first nights getting busy on bar where I had to bury deep and push forward. This past year taught me that even though I have friends and family to help me out, I really only have myself to rely on. But as much as I did tonight, I still can’t help but feel I failed to do something. I missed something. I am never satisfied.