I have a job!
Old Chicago hired me as a host, I started training last night. It was fun, I felt like we spent a lot of time standing around waiting, but it was cool. I helped make a couple pizzas, bussed a table, tried my best to remember the table numbers, the names of all the people I met, & the toppings of all the special pizzas. (I really don't remember most of them.)
I sort of had a mini-panic attack earlier in the day, before I went to OC. Just goes to show that no matter how relaxed & happy I feel, I'm still nuttier than a squirrel. I feel like I can never get a grip on my anxiety issues. Even though I know where my problems stem from, I can't eliminate them. My anxiety does not define me, & I try my best to never let it control me, but it will always be a part of me. I'll always be nevous & shy, I'll always be afraid that people don't like me, & I'll always be terrified of failure.
Love & pancakes,
Ariel
