Job is a job.

Facebook alerted my last month that it has been a year since I have started work. 

I had interviews. I had good and bad ones. 

Last one, they just got some one a little bit better than me. It made me sad. 

So now I am working  with my husband. 

I am a waitress. 

(Some ET latte art from bar team)

So here is the issue... 

Perception of catering is changes very very slowly in UK, but so slowly. My co-workers in a majority are students and are so very young. And only few treat this job as an actual job.

Sometimes I feel useless I am 33 and I work part time as a waitress. 

But why do I feel like this.

I enjoy chatting to people, interaction, when they listen to my advice and enjoy their time in the restaurant. Or even tell me stuff they get up to that day. Husband can’t comprehend why people tell me things. Well it’s like my super power, I always had it!

I like the flexibility of my working hours and tips. 

I recently discovered that one other mum from school works in the restaurant near to ours. 

And then I realised that, we do the best we can. 

We bring home “the bacon”, we aren’t alone or just with kids. Maybe it’s temporary or maybe it is not. Job is a job right?