A Lone Rose

It’s 4:37 in the morning. I had a wonderful shift. I got an opportunity tonight that I don’t normally get. I was able to be left alone at the bar after everyone else had gone home. This is a privilege that I’ve had since I was given keys to the joint about two weeks ago, but tonight was the first time I was able to dismiss the team with anyone wanting to stay.

It was great. I turned the jukebox back on and logged onto the app to set up the playlist while I finished my nightly duties. It wasn’t that I was behind or had extra work to do, I just took my time tonight. I did a quality job and made sure that everything was completely ready for the next shift. I sipped on an Angry Orchard as I finished everything up. I double checked everything before I entered in the alarm code and left the bar successfully.

A customer at around three in the morning Facebook messaged me. They had lost their phone and thought that it might be in the parking lot. I wasn’t about to go out into the parking lot by myself without absolutely having to, so I agreed that I would check when I was leaving work. I have fulfilled this obligation and found the phone.

I purposefully drove home at the posted speed limit, and arrived home safely. I let the dogs out and filled up my watering can. That has become a new habit. I’ve developed since moving in with “Him”. I was never one to keep plants, but over the last year I was given some along with one that I got from my father‘s funeral. This created the obligation to keep these plants alive. So far none of them are dead and I’m grateful for that.

It’s currently 4:45 AM. I have to have a certain amount of decompression time after work. Think about it, if you work a 9 to 5 do you go home at 5:30 and go straight to bed? Of course not. So even with my crazy hours when I get off at four in the morning, I have to have that time after work to settle down.

Optimistic about tomorrow.