A State of Mind

As I sit here at 1:40am, with sore feet and heavy eyes, I am going to back track to this morning. I woke up "Mellon-Colly". I write it that way because my whole family calls me Colly. So, Colly was Mellon this morning. I don't have these days very often, but I do have them. Not over anything particular, I just felt "Mushatha". I didn't go to the Saint Paddy's Day parade because the Weather Man's educated guess was wrong as usual, and I was bummed about that because it didn't rain until much later than expected, so we could've gone. I worked at the Cheesecake Factory tonight-hence-that's why I'm still awake. I didn't want to go. I was dreading it. Saturday night there is brutal. We are on a 2 hour wait until 11pm. I contemplated giving away my shift, but I needed the cashola. So I went. If you've never waited tables, you may not be able to relate, but your demeanor and "State of Mine" can make or brake your shift, or should I say your wallet. You walk in not wanting to be there, and I promise you, your money will reflect just that. As I drove there, I was talking to God out loud about a bunch of different things. I was praying for my kids, and a few other things, and it made me feel better...and the State of Mind started to shift. By the time I got there, I was ready to get into the groove. The night could not have turned out better. Shortly after I got there, The North Carolina Tarheels team came in. The whole team. The younger girls were all giddy...wanting to go ask for autographs, but they were too embarrassed. I'm old, and I wasn't impressed, so I found no shame in passing around paper and having 14 of the players give me autographs for Roberts son. The Tarheels are his favorite team. He's going to be so excited. I am going to frame them for him. Then the rest of the night was smooth sailing the whole time. My last table was the worst one of the night, but by then, I was too tired to care. After all was said and done, I did the math and I wound up making $27.00+ an hour cash money honey. I am tickled pink.

The 2 Morals of the Story:

1) The "State of Mind" is what cause me to have a great night, not the money. Without the change of the State of Mind, I never would have made the money.
2) Never under estimate the earnings of a server. They could be pulling in a third of your weekly paycheck in one night!