Serving Happiness

Sometimes, I don't give myself a pat on the back when the occasion calls for it. NOT TODAY.

I love my jobs. Last Saturday, I spent the majority of my day loving work (researching for msj and serving at Station 22). Highlights from Station on Saturday night:

1) My first table was a group of five girls gathered together for a birthday. I fell in love with all of them as soon as I introduced myself and they responded well to me (sweet!!). Throughout their entire meal, I was also taking care of two other tables, one in the same room and another on the other side of the restaurant. But, they always loved whenever I came back to them. When I brought the birthday girl her birthday root beer float at the end of dinner, everyone was so happy. They asked me to take a picture of them. I heard one of them say they'd ask for Chelsea when they came back. !!!!!

Just wait. It gets better. Each girl left me a note on their receipts: "Thank you for being so accommodating and changing my meal! (:" "We love Station 22! Great Service! We love Chelsea!" "You are seriously amazing."

2) My second table was a grumpy couple, determined to remain in their state of grumpiness even before I greeted them. [Sidenote: It's a SATURDAY NIGHT. WAITING FOR A TABLE HAPPENS]. But I worked hard to get them some happiness. AND I DID. At the end of the meal, they LAUGHED. It was so rewarding. Their +20% tip wasn't bad either. *winky face*

3) At one moment during the night, I had four tables simultaneously: Two tables outside on the front porch, one in the main restaurant, and one in the back lobby. But my head was strangely clear and focused the entire time. I made sure each table knew I was aware of them, wanted the best for them. One girl from the group outside said, "It looks like you're super busy." I said, "It gets crazy on Saturday nights." She responded, "I've been a waitress for three years and I've never had a waitress as good as you."

!!!!!
Can you even handle it?!
Just wait. It gets better.

As I was cleaning up the table outside next to theirs, my manager came out to ask about their experience. They all said it was amazing and that their waitress was amazing. My manager asked who they had and they all pointed to me. AH. SO MANY BLUSHES.

4) Toward the end of the night, I had a young couple come in and they wanted to know everything about me. They asked how long I'd worked at Station, how long I'd been married, how I met Zac, what I studied at BYU, how my writing's going now, on and on! I had to leave them to make sure they'd get their food out on time haha. They asked when I'd be working next and told them I'd be at Station T-F in the mornings. haha! Crazy!

I can't believe how blessed I am. Heavenly Father is so aware it's ridiculous. (: