“A bad attitude is like a flat tire; if you don’t change it, you won’t go anywhere.” Joyce Meyer

We went out for drinks, then on to dinner, for Doug’s birthday a few weeks ago. Two separate places, two distinct experiences. The bartender at the first place was in a foul mood. We had just arrived, so there was no way we had managed to upset him (give us time, I’m sure we are very capable of it, but not this time). I can’t even count the number of heavy sighs, rolled eyes, rude words, unacceptable behavior, etc. that came out of him in our short time together. Doug never loses it, and he said, “Let’s go. I’m not staying here!”

So we left. Fast forward to the restaurant we had chosen for dinner—Harry’s. Here, you would have thought we were royalty! We had told the staff it was Doug’s birthday and they treated us like it was the Royal Jubilee. The sommelier, the head waiter, and the entire staff made us feel like they had been waiting for this very day. Different place. Different attitudes. Different experiences.

Our attitude matters! We used to ski at Okemo mountain when it was owned by the Mueller family. The mountain ambassadors explained that the Mueller’s had a rule for working there and it was this, “You are allowed to have a bad day, just don’t come to work with it.” Clearly the bartender was having a bad day—I don’t know why, but he shouldn’t have brought it to work with him. How we interact matters—always. And btw, which restaurant did I mention to you? That’s right, Harry’s!

Let’s GO! WE GOT THIS!
Beth