I cry when I am sad.
But I also cry when I am happy. I’m a girl…. give me a break.
Tonight, I cried when a FrontGal called me from work to give me an update.
As I sit at home, exhausted and sore, tired and on the verge of being sick, she calls me with her chipper voice filled with sunshine to say that everything is going Great At Work and that sales are good and that, basically, life is stellar.
Unbeknownst to her, I had tears streaming down my face as she described the night. I really, really don’t feel well, and waiting on customers &/or making food was the last thing in the world that I wanted to do tonight. I smile a LOT, but I can’t fake it well, and tonight was one of those nights.
So, everyone rallied without me and were basically rockstars while I sat on my arse at home in my La-Z-Boy watching Hell’s Kitchen on the DVR.
It is a strange perspective to now be the “owner” of a business (after having been the “employee” for so long). I would have never felt guilty for calling in sick tonight as an employee, but now feel an enormous amount of guilt having left work earlier this afternoon because I felt downtrodden.
I gave the FrontGal a feeble “Thanks” over the phone, and she cheerfully replied that she’d see me tomorrow.
Yes. I’ll be there with bells on.
And with a much better attitude after being allowed to wallow for a day in the basement with my TV, peppermint tea and cornnuts.