Some days are super wonderful and fabulous. There are days that make you sing, and days that make you so happy that you chose your career. There are days when you are in the moment and everything that just flows.
And then there are some days that just aren't. And today is one of those days. And it's only 3 pm. And I think it's okay, because it helps me appreciate all the days that are like the above.
I won't write too many specifics; I think it's important to not talk too much about work here. I do love my job, but today was a big transition day, and it was difficult. We had one group of kids leaving as another was coming in, the pile of dishes in the kitchen was endless, and the floor was filthy. We had lunch for almost 300 people; half of those ate in the dining hall, and the other half came through the dining hall to pick up food that they ate on the playground.
I should add that I'm in charge of the dining hall this week. Instead of teaching nature, I'm just making sure everyone gets fed. It's . . . interesting.
I'll give you this: I have a newfound respect for each and every member of Top Chef, and I don't even have to cook the meal. Being a front-of-the-house is HARD, people, hard.
I'm going to go relax more now, and then I'm going to make bruschetta for my coworkers. We do treats on Wednesday, and it's been a long, hard day for all of us.