A certain degree of happiness coupled with a happy amount of certainty aptly described my situation as a career server at a French bistro in a Chicago suburb for the past twenty-one years. It permanently closed yesterday, Nov. 24th, 2021, the day before Thanksgiving. But there’s reason to give thanks.
I pursued acting in my twenties on the Equity stage, in the commercial advertising industry, and on the independent screen. There was some, occasionally much happiness, but not much certainty in showbiz, thus “waiting tables”, that quintessential “day” job of the actor, was my certainty.
Once Upon, A Time: A Little French Bistro
So, there’s uncertainty surrounding this. “Uncertainty registers in our brain much like an error does.“ Neuroscience totally nails why I didn’t sleep on the night I found out, then worked a double, didn’t sleep the next night, then worked another double, then barely slept the third night.
I had a fair degree of certainty that I’d get my preference of transfer to a restaurant, with some management I knew, and comparable money. I knew I’d keep my benefits. I was feeling pretty good about three out of seven of my bullet points. Four out eight, if I count “the money” as two bullet points, which I do.
I HAVE THAT TRANSFER!
✔️ Similar income.
✔️ Same benefits.
✔️ A respectful management team.
Steve and I,
closing the place down!
My woes are negligible to those out there in the service industry who don’t work for Lettuce Entertain You. Our busiest month of the year is December, but because we’re closing, our October rivaled those sales, and our November surpassed them. I’ll go to my new home with Lettuce during their busiest month of the year. I’m certainly happy. I’m happily certain. That is by design of the partners of my little French Bistro and I give thanks.
AU REVOIR, MON AMI!