It’s Only Pizza!

Everyday at the pizza place is different.

It depends on who and how many walk in.

When I leave to go home, God shows me a little snippet of why I’m there. Last night was no exception. I made mistakes.

Mistakes (1)

I work the front of the restaurant alone.

Lastnight, several families came in at once.

I was trying to take their order as quickly as possible and get them seated, so they could enjoy their evening meal. I need to stop moving so quickly.

Two families ordered beer with their pizza. The register has changed. You used to be able to tap the name of the beer and it would add it automatically, but we’ve added pitchers of beer along with mugs.

Now you have to choose the size, or it doesn’t know the dollar amount to charge. Just the name of the beer and $0.00 appear. I forgot to tap the ‘mug’ size, so I had just given 4 people free beer. 😦

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I addressed one couple about my mistake. They didn’t think anything of it. The woman came up to the counter to pay, and ordered two more.

Then there was this sweet, elderly couple sitting over in the corner. Sipping their beer and enjoying the pizza. I didn’t have the heart to tell them!

I told myself that I would suck up my mistake, and cover the cost of their beers, but God had other plans. God doesn’t want us to carry the burden of a mistake. He wants us to learn from it and move on.

The elderly gentleman came up to the counter holding an empty glass. He asked for a refill, and that’s when I apologized and told him I hadn’t charged him for the previous two. He understood and handed me enough cash for all three.

He placed the remaining dollars in the tip jar!

Something like this happens when I begin to rush. I make mistakes, but I continue to learn. The owner of the restaurant doesn’t want me beat myself up. He always says, “C’mon Barb! It’s only pizza!”

A Satisfied Life

A job is what you do, while nurturing the dream.

I’ve had a job as a Virtual Assistant for the same company for seven years. It was offered to me around the time I was preparing to leave my marriage. It allows me to stay home with my daughter and support us financially.

I’m happy she was never home alone while I worked, but having this job weakened my face to face people skills. It’s easy to be kind from home.

Social media told me it was okay to stay home. I could use it to touch people. That was disappointing.

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In December I was offered a job at our local Pizzeria. I’ve never worked in a restaurant, or run a cash register. I must not really look the part because people are surprised to see me behind the counter.

Heck, I’m surprised to be behind the counter!

It’s the most fun job I’ve had in a long time.

My past jobs have been serious business. They were performance oriented and I tend to push myself to succeed at what’s in front of me. This is different.

I’m there to be kind. Not overachieve.

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I’ve been there long enough now where some of the same customers come in, and it’s like seeing family.

The kitchen staff is like family as well.

One of them asked me, “What do you do?”

I gave him my list of skills, helping to run a successful company but he didn’t seem impressed.

On the way out of the kitchen I commented, “And I’m a writer.” He raced out front and said, “Now you have my full attention!” Isn’t that funny?

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It’s only two evenings a week which is perfect.

God pushed me out my front door and into this Pizzeria. I’m in training to be consistently kind. I pray ‘to be kind‘, before walking in the door.

My idea of a successful life, is a satisfied life.