This Week, Lord...

Friday, July 1, 2011

What a week it’s been folks. The Universe has truly tried my patience. I mean, REALLY tried to see how much BS I can take. First of all, my venture with the merger of Johnny Broadway’s and Paper Plates swung into full gear. Problem #1, no inventory. Johnny and I went in together and unloaded our pockets at Restaurant Depo, Cash & Carry and Smart ‘N Final. Stocking up, esp. from scratch, is NO JOKE! Ok, with that behind us, the following day we attempt to open for business. Problem #2. No bank… no money in the register, folks! Jeezus!

Spent the majority of the day just scrubbing, cleaning and organizing things. Is this my restaurant?? Really? Why am I doing all this??? The rub is that I can bitch and moan, but I can’t go home complaining. No comforting shoulder waiting there. Husband doesn’t want me here in the first place, and doesn’t understand my logic. Can't get him to see that I have got to do the proverbial ‘chitterlin’ circuit’ in order to keep my name out there. Work anywhere, is better than no work, no where. Also, I have to make and save money for the prize – my very own business, whatever that means. So I am willing to put in the money, elbow grease and time… even if it means that friends and relations are seldom seen during this time. It’s my sacrifice to make.

Yesterday, we barely made $100. Today, maybe $200… We have a clear understanding that my receipts will be reimbursed, first and foremost; I find comfort in that -- then we can move on to the business of things. I am optimistic that things will get better. School starts in a few weeks, so in the meantime this gives me something to do. Sitting home all day, picking up behind folks (and they know who they are) is NOT the business. When I’m away, I don’t have time to focus on who left the dirty bowls in the cold dish water, or who left out the cheese and crackers… or the endless sea of wine and cocktail glasses which seem to multiply on the counter…

Daughter flew home today from Paris… drama already. She refused my offer to make arrangements to pick her up from SFO, and is now upset because she didn’t get picked up. Go figure. I'm glad she's home, even though... I am looking forward to tomorrow, when I can just relax. Going to SF Fillmore Blues and Jazz Festival. That should be fun. Good music, good food… happy to be leaving Cow Town for a minute!!
Happy 4th!! Be safe.