Today I am going on my 8th day in a row working at The Libertine. I cannot express how grateful I am to be working there. What?!
Yes I am tired and yes I am looking forward to my day off tomorrow (WOO!) but I’ve found something in Dallas…
The Libertine is a special place. When I think about it, I haven’t had a job with co-workers since the first Morocco trip in 2010. Even then it was sort of a special circumstance because there were only three of us and we all lived together.
I had forgotten about the rapport you have with the people you work with/for. Only they understand things like how much I hate ‘doing ketchups’ or rolling silverware or when people leave quarters as part of the tip (that’s the worst!). Only they understand the importance of our wit and banter and how these key elements make the night bearable.
That is an interesting part of the work force. Everybody jokes around and is in a playful mood. Resulting in the tedious things (rude customers, busing tables, bad tips, etc) loosing their power over the experience and attitude of the staff.
I feel a part of a new family. I did not expect to find this in Dallas. I had made many new families from my year working abroad but I never thought Dallas would yield anything comparable to my Italian, Greek, and Moroccan families. I have been proven wrong.
Thank you Libertine for giving me the opportunity to work towards my goal and for being something special in a town I was beginning to resent. Thank you to all the people who work there who make it a pleasure when I walk in the door.
“God changes his appearance every second. Blessed is the man who can recognize him in all his disguises.”
— Nikos Kazantzakis (Zorba the Greek)