I watched someone have fun at work last night–the kind of fun that is also fraught with headaches, because that’s the kind of fun you have at work when it’s your own place.
He had fun even as he had to patiently explain things more than once to his cadre of new hires. Even as his bartender got weeded within minutes of the arrival of the local sports team and their pals. Even as the older couple wondered where their food was and who the athletes were. Even when he was exhausted and all he wanted to do was grab a drink someplace else with his girl.
He had fun as he made sure the team members felt welcome and were well taken care of. He had fun as he took orders and ran food and adjusted taps and restocked glasses. He smiled and smiled and emanated complete calm, even as his Saturday night bar crowd continued to swell. Every now and then he wandered close to his girl and caressed her shoulder and she brushed her hand against his.
I’d wish upon any star to feel his sense of peace amidst the controlled chaos and diverse cast of characters he served. Then I would share all the stars to wish upon with everyone I work with. I know what it’s like to have fun at work. I’m wishing on that star.