It must be exhausting to be a manager, I thought to myself. To stop at every table and say a variation of the same thing—are you folks having a good time? Do you need anything else? Can I clear that? How are you this evening? Some people barely acknowledge you.
Others are polite. A few appreciate what you are doing but can’t wait for you to move on so that they can get back to their conversation. I thought about this recently as I saw the manager at Thai-Chi on Manyani Road doing his laps and thought, I couldn’t possibly survive the job— people are exhausting.
