Attitude Shift

I remember the old days at Outback, right in the middle of the dinner shift, it would be crazy busy. The kind of busy that if you're not good at prioritizing all the things you have to do and asking for help when you need it, you'll cry.
Seriously.
I got good at it.
And I loved it.
I would stop, just for a micro-moment, and smile to myself. The energy, the craziness, the productivity. It was great. Exhilerating.

Things have changed.

I'm at a different restaurant, but the concept is the same. That one or two hours per night where things go insane. One spilled drink or mistake on an order can throw you over the edge. Except now, I don't like it.
I endure it.
I stop, for a micro-moment, and think about how much I can't wait for this to end so I can go home. Now it's a chore. Now I am forcing myself to smile and pretend like I love what I do.