Bear with me on this one lol.
First the good.
The new store is coming along nicely. We have some construction to do still, and some organizing but the place is starting to look like a real restaurant. I am getting along great with the other managers and the only problem so far is that I seem to make Sara (our sous chef) laugh to much with the dumb things I am prone to say... which of course makes me want to say more dumb things. (Sidenote: There are three left handers in the front of house management team... how whack is that... even more so over here!).
Most of the trainers flew in today, and I got to see Ray Rey and Jared for the first time in over a year. It was a great reunion and I am looking forward to working with them, Jessica and the rest of the training team that has been brought over from the other stores here in Dubai and also Kuwait. It is going to be a great and interesting experience since this is the first time I have worked with them in management, and a good portion of our team has already been trained at least once.
Now for the bad.
The last two years of my life have been me doing my best to repair damage that has caused of a lifetime of suffering on my part. From my pain, sense of abandonment and guilt for the things I have either lost or avoided my entire life. It has been an uphill battle, and as most things I have put my mind to, I have overcome.
My greatest threat now is my sense of loneliness. Not necessarily in a romantic sense (though that has been lacking as well) but mostly human interaction. Since I have left MOE I have kind of lost touch, since that staff has been so good to me and I have had problems sleeping due to it. Late at night I feel the familiar creepers of anxiety creeping back in. They are not strong, or difficult to defeat, but they are there.
This frankly scares the poop out of me. My first reaction is to retreat inwards and shut everyone out in an effort to protect myself, but I know this is the incorrect action. The danger that I fear are those creepers becoming more powerful as those connections start to break down and fade. They always do when I move to a new place or job... no matter how much people promise to keep in touch they always drift apart.
I suppose part of this is me being stupid since some of these people I work with are fantastic, and some I am interested in (of course, professionalism would require an unrequited attraction in this matter). However as Jerome said, "the ones who are interested in you, you are not in them, and the ones you are, are not interested in you". Long winded, but the truth. But as we say over here in the Middle East.
What to do Yanni?
So tonight I decided to ramble as I lay in bed... wondering about the fact that I am almost 33 years old and girding the possibility that I may never either be prepared, or get the nerve to commit to a longterm relationship. But again.
What to do Yanni?
Alright... I think I am going to try and sleep now.
Sorry, for the downer... living here is still great.
First the good.
The new store is coming along nicely. We have some construction to do still, and some organizing but the place is starting to look like a real restaurant. I am getting along great with the other managers and the only problem so far is that I seem to make Sara (our sous chef) laugh to much with the dumb things I am prone to say... which of course makes me want to say more dumb things. (Sidenote: There are three left handers in the front of house management team... how whack is that... even more so over here!).
Most of the trainers flew in today, and I got to see Ray Rey and Jared for the first time in over a year. It was a great reunion and I am looking forward to working with them, Jessica and the rest of the training team that has been brought over from the other stores here in Dubai and also Kuwait. It is going to be a great and interesting experience since this is the first time I have worked with them in management, and a good portion of our team has already been trained at least once.
Now for the bad.
The last two years of my life have been me doing my best to repair damage that has caused of a lifetime of suffering on my part. From my pain, sense of abandonment and guilt for the things I have either lost or avoided my entire life. It has been an uphill battle, and as most things I have put my mind to, I have overcome.
My greatest threat now is my sense of loneliness. Not necessarily in a romantic sense (though that has been lacking as well) but mostly human interaction. Since I have left MOE I have kind of lost touch, since that staff has been so good to me and I have had problems sleeping due to it. Late at night I feel the familiar creepers of anxiety creeping back in. They are not strong, or difficult to defeat, but they are there.
This frankly scares the poop out of me. My first reaction is to retreat inwards and shut everyone out in an effort to protect myself, but I know this is the incorrect action. The danger that I fear are those creepers becoming more powerful as those connections start to break down and fade. They always do when I move to a new place or job... no matter how much people promise to keep in touch they always drift apart.
I suppose part of this is me being stupid since some of these people I work with are fantastic, and some I am interested in (of course, professionalism would require an unrequited attraction in this matter). However as Jerome said, "the ones who are interested in you, you are not in them, and the ones you are, are not interested in you". Long winded, but the truth. But as we say over here in the Middle East.
What to do Yanni?
So tonight I decided to ramble as I lay in bed... wondering about the fact that I am almost 33 years old and girding the possibility that I may never either be prepared, or get the nerve to commit to a longterm relationship. But again.
What to do Yanni?
Alright... I think I am going to try and sleep now.
Sorry, for the downer... living here is still great.