Moving Up the Ladder

This whole adulting thing…I’m still not used to it.


My typical working day for the past almost-two months has consisted of a combination of the following:

-Waking up at some obscene (or not-so-obscene) hour, depending on the shift.

-Gauging how much time I have to eat/pee/dress/mess around on social media and texting before I have to leave for the Metro.

-Driving to the Metro, all six miles/fifteen minutes of it. Ten minutes if traffic doesn’t suck.

-Taking note of when the next train leaves as I walk into the station. This could be two minutes or eighteen, depending on my arrival. This results in either epic sprinting up the escalator, or calmly walking over and riding it all the way up, only to wait on the platform for another 16.5 minutes.

-Riding said Metro for 20-25 minutes. Depending on daily Metro suckage, this can vary. Some days there are zero problems and I arrive at my exit station calm and collected, and others I’m booking it seven blocks to the restaurant.

-Traverse the seven blocks to the restaurant, or two depending on the weather and if I wanted to transfer one line over. Stop for lemon cupcakes at Au Bon Pain, or a latte at Starbucks, or neither since I’m noticing that buying food in D.C. sucks your bank account dry and I’m trying super hard to be cognizant of my finances. (Which is a whole other post unto itself.)

-Enter restaurant, clock in early, say hi to everyone. (Building a rapport with your teammates is SO critical, even if you’re not in the exact same position.)

-Greet the guests, seat the guests, entertain the guests with stories of how the restaurant was founded, stay observant of surroundings, monitor wait times, make sure the host podium isn’t wrecked, eat good food on my break, communicate with all the people about all the things, daydream about things, watch sports on the telly at the bar, etc. etc….

-Put in X-amount of hours, clock out, try not to miss the Metro, drive home, sleep.

Rinse and repeat.

I’ve been working in D.C. for less than two months, and that is a summary of five to six days of my week. I’ve been putting in my hours and doing rather well at hosting, and learning more about the company while learning/utilizing new communication methods when dealing with guests and their complaints.

I must have done something right, because I was approached by one of the managers several days ago, and was offered a small promotion.

Yep. You read that right.

I’ve been upgraded to full-time morning administrative assistant, with normal first-shift hours (8:30-4:45), weekends off, and a small pay raise.



But seriously, what do normal humans do when they have a schedule like this? This is what I’ve been gunning for career-wise, and now that it’s landed in my lap, I have no idea what I’ll do! I mean, there’s so much I CAN do, and since most events and races take place on the weekends, I don’t have to worry about taking off work to attend and travel to them, so that’s a huge plus…and I could possibly race more! Woohoo!

I’m quite lucky to have landed such a position. It helps me to collaborate with the senior staff members/managers, maintain an office space, educate myself with menus and food (as I have to edit and design at least a dozen menus, print and digital, on a weekly basis), and keep the restaurant’s gears going in the right direction. Most importantly, this allows me to refine my communication skills with guest relations (as I still have to take phone calls and respond to emails with regard to reservations), which, in my opinion, will help me greatly if I were to ever jump up to management.

New schedule begins this week. Here’s to progress, and a great big, beautiful tomorrow!



Mini-Update From D.C.

I miss blogging.

There. I said it.

I’ve been at it in D.C. for over a month now. As much as I appreciate my hospitality/restauranty job and this new opportunity, I seriously miss blogging and being able to immerse myself in runDisney and all things Disney-ish. Writing my PHM Survival Guide and race recaps were so exciting for me earlier in the year. Every time I refreshed my stats, I saw them aggrandizing at an alarming rate. I mean, 10,000+ views in two months? That was unheard of for me. Playing the role of “runDisney semi-expert person who wants to help the new kids on the block” was very fulfilling.

People asked me if I wanted to consider blogging full-time. The thought has crossed my mind on more than one occasion. My parents even offered to buy me a new computer for blogging purposes, especially if it was going to be a full-time thing for me. I had found my niche in writing. It was driving traffic to this here Glass Slipper Catalyst. I loved what I did (and on some scale, what I still do).

Then life happened. Job. Moving. Chaos. Cupcakes.

Adjusting to a city such as Washington D.C. from the rural cow-filled lands of northeastern PA hasn’t been easy. I went from cows, corn, and rolling green fields to buildings, noise, horribly long commutes (Metro, I’m looking at you), people…so. many. people.

I enjoy working with my team, and my managers are fantastic. The patrons that frequent my place of work offer me great advice and encouragement for city survival, which I’m grateful for. I had said I was willing to give this a shot, and I still am. I mean, I’m still young, scrappy, and hungry…

My Shot
Chris surprised me with this when I got my job. I think it explains it all 🙂



I still miss blogging. And even running at times. And blogging about running. And developing fun content to write about that revolves around Disney and running and stuff.

Never fear, though. I do have a few things on the horizon…

Lion King

-I have a list of upcoming races which I’ll reveal soon. (No better motivation to write than to sign up for a bunch of races!)

-I’m making an impromptu trip to Disney World for the EPCOT Flower and Garden festival this coming weekend! (This will be my first legit relaxing Disney trip ever. I’ve either been to Disney for a school trip, chaperoning a school trip, or to runDisney. This is going to be so weird not packing running gear or musical instruments or anything.)

This time in D.C. is only one of the many steps on this crazy adventure called life. Whether I’m here just for a short while or here long-term remains to be seen. I have to remind myself to follow my own compass and figure out what is best for me, and not what society thinks is right for me.

Living life by my personal compass…



I look forward to posting about my adventures soon. 🙂