As some of you know, I’m now a redhead. It’s a big change from the blonde look that has been my go-to for a couple of years now. It is not easy to put color back into your hair when it’s been bleached to hell. Juuuuust saying. my hair looks very much like an apricot right now. while I am definitely ok with it, it was not my desired result. I was going for something a little closer to Isla Fisher than a fun, unnatural pink-peach-red color…But like I said, it’s a challenge to go from very dark hair that has been bleached to a very light blonde and then put a red over it and not get a pink-toned outcome. I knew this from the start, but I’m willing to play around until I get to my intended hair color. I’m going to change topics without a segue because this one isn’t thaaaaaaaat interesting, even to me.
I’m really excited about a new development at my job: I’m going to be trained as a server! I’m not sure how official this is, as my manager loves to just come up with ideas and surprise me with them. Like when he gave me a raise to do office work in addition to hosting. I think it’s awesome that he trusts me to do things, but I don’t really care much for being thrown new tasks as if I know what I’m doing. I NEVER know what I’m doing.
I only know I can learn to do anything because I’m a student at heart. Always observing and trying to learn. Anyway, I’m planning to take advantage of this new bone my boss is throwing me and I’m gonna make my way to assistant manager as soon as possible. I want to be trusted to and useful. I want Black Cat to be the sleek-est, sexiest, Michael-Bauer-can-suck-it-because-we-ARE-amazing restaurant, ever!
Hopefully, being trained as a server will also make me rich, haha. Or at least help me pay off my student loans, which being a cook never did…I also really like the idea of taking care of people, which I can do as a host, but not as much as being a server. It’s more direct during dinner service. Kind of as if I get to spoil my friends and take care of them all night and show them a great time, except, I don’t know them and I’m getting paid to take care of them. Hopefully, the kitchen will go easy on me while I learn the seat numbers all over again, and learn the ins and outs of serving. I know it’s not really that hard, as long as I don’t get lazy and comfortable. I think that really is the difference in most aspects of life. Things are usually easy to do, but becoming too comfortable is always your downfall.