My oldest son started working at a restaurant as a host this past week. He’s able to go to school for three hours in the morning and then work. During his training he’s been working four hours.
One day, his manager asked him to work nine hours. “No problem,” he said.
When he came home, he changed into casual clothes and plopped on the couch. “I’m so tiiirred,” he said.
“Do your feet hurt?” I inquired.
“No, my head. I’m tired from saying with a smile, ‘Hello! Welcome to Applebee’s. How is your day going?’ ‘Wonderful. I hope you enjoy your dinner.’ Or the occasional customer who was forlorn,”Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Well I hope you will find your dinner enjoyable.’ over and over and over again for nine hours. My brain is tired.”
I chuckled. Who would have thought being nice would wear a person out so much?