Moving Up the Ladder

This whole adulting thing…I’m still not used to it.


My typical working day for the past almost-two months has consisted of a combination of the following:

-Waking up at some obscene (or not-so-obscene) hour, depending on the shift.

-Gauging how much time I have to eat/pee/dress/mess around on social media and texting before I have to leave for the Metro.

-Driving to the Metro, all six miles/fifteen minutes of it. Ten minutes if traffic doesn’t suck.

-Taking note of when the next train leaves as I walk into the station. This could be two minutes or eighteen, depending on my arrival. This results in either epic sprinting up the escalator, or calmly walking over and riding it all the way up, only to wait on the platform for another 16.5 minutes.

-Riding said Metro for 20-25 minutes. Depending on daily Metro suckage, this can vary. Some days there are zero problems and I arrive at my exit station calm and collected, and others I’m booking it seven blocks to the restaurant.

-Traverse the seven blocks to the restaurant, or two depending on the weather and if I wanted to transfer one line over. Stop for lemon cupcakes at Au Bon Pain, or a latte at Starbucks, or neither since I’m noticing that buying food in D.C. sucks your bank account dry and I’m trying super hard to be cognizant of my finances. (Which is a whole other post unto itself.)

-Enter restaurant, clock in early, say hi to everyone. (Building a rapport with your teammates is SO critical, even if you’re not in the exact same position.)

-Greet the guests, seat the guests, entertain the guests with stories of how the restaurant was founded, stay observant of surroundings, monitor wait times, make sure the host podium isn’t wrecked, eat good food on my break, communicate with all the people about all the things, daydream about things, watch sports on the telly at the bar, etc. etc….

-Put in X-amount of hours, clock out, try not to miss the Metro, drive home, sleep.

Rinse and repeat.

I’ve been working in D.C. for less than two months, and that is a summary of five to six days of my week. I’ve been putting in my hours and doing rather well at hosting, and learning more about the company while learning/utilizing new communication methods when dealing with guests and their complaints.

I must have done something right, because I was approached by one of the managers several days ago, and was offered a small promotion.

Yep. You read that right.

I’ve been upgraded to full-time morning administrative assistant, with normal first-shift hours (8:30-4:45), weekends off, and a small pay raise.



But seriously, what do normal humans do when they have a schedule like this? This is what I’ve been gunning for career-wise, and now that it’s landed in my lap, I have no idea what I’ll do! I mean, there’s so much I CAN do, and since most events and races take place on the weekends, I don’t have to worry about taking off work to attend and travel to them, so that’s a huge plus…and I could possibly race more! Woohoo!

I’m quite lucky to have landed such a position. It helps me to collaborate with the senior staff members/managers, maintain an office space, educate myself with menus and food (as I have to edit and design at least a dozen menus, print and digital, on a weekly basis), and keep the restaurant’s gears going in the right direction. Most importantly, this allows me to refine my communication skills with guest relations (as I still have to take phone calls and respond to emails with regard to reservations), which, in my opinion, will help me greatly if I were to ever jump up to management.

New schedule begins this week. Here’s to progress, and a great big, beautiful tomorrow!



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