Tonight, well more today, was one of those days. We had a big luncheon that we catered for a veterans day lunch, on top of our regular lunch.
That wasn’t too bad, except that the places that also got out regular lunch were calling our main kitchen like crazy and I was lucky if I was able to get my actual job done with how much running around I did.
After lunch things calmed down a bit and I was able to get a little bit of my job done.
Oh how I loved dinner.
3 waitstaff showed up in main dining, plus a trainee who’s first day was tonight.
I was kind enough to help pour coffee and water for residents, pass out bread, clear tables, and sort silverware, as well as my normal job.
Something that hasn’t happened in months.
And I handled it quite well. Which isn’t normally the case with me.
Most cases in the past, I would have had an anxiety attack having to break my routine and talk to people I didn’t know.
This time, I fought being overwhelmed by breaking routine and managed to help in a time that was needed and much appreciated.
And not once did I complain. I dealt with it and did as much as I could while still doing my job as well.
And I don’t regret doing what I did.
I was only supposed to do just water and coffee but went above and beyond because I knew they needed it.
And I’m glad I did