After weeks of “shit is getting real” and “closures are coming”, I got the text that the restaurant I work at is closed. I knew it was coming, and I was tired of being in limbo not knowing what to expect. But seeing the text that we were officially shut down, made my heart sink.
We are closed until further notice.
I don’t know how many days I went into work complaining I didn’t feel like being there. That people drive me nuts and blah, blah, blah. But the reality is there is nothing I would rather do. Do people get on my nerves, yes, but I still love this job and this industry. I can’t think of any other job where customers really become friends.
This is a strange industry. There is a lot of love and hate with it, but the thing that makes it worthwhile is the connections you make with people (and you know, the money isn’t bad lol). Now I’m off for 30 days and the rest of this industry is shut down too. What about my people I see all the time? Text, call, stay home and self-quarantine? It’s not the same…I miss my customers, my coworkers, my people.
Now I know I need to file for unemployment and check the stock on my toilet paper rolls, but this hit my heart. The town I live in is shutting down. The life, the excitement, the energy, the businesses and places I love to go to are closed. It took me a while after moving here to really feel at home here. Now the area I call home is changed and the neon skyline is dark. There is a lot of uncertainty right now, but I do know the Biggest Little City has a lot of heart and will come back Nevada Strong 😊.
One thing is for sure tho, I’ll never forget the night when the lights went out in Reno.
Side note: Reach out to your elderly customers and see if they need help, or if they are just lonely. A phone call or text may make a big difference for them.
Living Local, Here 