Tonight, while talking with a good friend from work, I realized that my constant need to berate the restaurant is slowly fading. I'm coming to understand that I'm fighting a losing battle. I'm a little thick-headed, what can I say?
Now that I've nit-picked the restaurant up and down the walls, I fully understand the way this restaurant runs. I know how to act depending on the manager on duty, and I know the way that things will flow depending on the kitchen manager. Knowing this, I have begun to adapt to the idiosyncrasies around me while I have to be there. This makes the evening less painful for everyone.
I don't think I'll ever be able to keep my mouth shut completely, but it's getting better. I know the blogs have been bleak...they have been for a while now. I'm pretty busy, and time doesn't really lend itself to too much writing. But I'll try. I think I'm going to try to focus on the idea of "informing the non-serving public" with my blogs, rather than bitching about a restaurant that I can never change. Instead, I need to use the information I have to my advantage. I'll try.
Toast: To Bitchy Waitress' never-ending quest to stop bitching.
Patio tomorrow! I hope it's beautiful! Keep your fingers crossed!