we are closing down our restaurant this week.
today was our last day open.
we let our employees drink away the rest of the bar and take home the neon signs since we probably won't be able to pay them again. I just spent 3 hours at their little "goodbye party." getting hugs and well-wishes from drunken college girls and boys.
i am so sick about it. it really is the most beautiful place. http://www.russillospizza.com there's a million reasons why we're closing.
This is the second location we've closed this year. the last one. everything is gone. We were in business for almost 4 years. We created it from scratch and it was huge & wonderful and now it's gone.
In the next few months we're going to have to deal with a thousand lawsuits and bankrupcy and legal crap.
My family has $6,000 to live on until God only knows when.
It's easy to pretend it isn't happening when I'm home but tonight, being there, looking at the sad and sorry faces of our employees, all those damned hugs and optimistic words "things will work out for you guys" and "when one door closes, another one opens" and "something better will come along" They all seem so empty. Especially when spoken by drunken college girls and boys.
Of course, each person on the staff had their own special story of how much they loved us that they wanted to share. "You were my first job." and "This is the best place I have ever worked." I just felt so horrible all night long- like I'm horrible for putting these kids out of work 2 weeks before Christmas. I feel so guilty that they don't have jobs anymore.
We did beat the odds, most restaurants fail in the first year.
I never fantasized about owning a restaurant. It just kind of fell into our laps a few years ago and we seized the opportunity and have been severely blessed. We were voted #1 Italian restaurant and everywhere we go in town everyone knows who we are.
we've learned so much, it really has been a wonderful ride.
I don't know how I will show my face in public.
I know we will learn who our true friends are.
I don't know how we'll pay our mortgage.
I want to run away from home and move far away.
I want to lay in bed and snuggle with my baby and let the rest of the world rot away.
How long can kids survive on pasta?
today was our last day open.
we let our employees drink away the rest of the bar and take home the neon signs since we probably won't be able to pay them again. I just spent 3 hours at their little "goodbye party." getting hugs and well-wishes from drunken college girls and boys.
i am so sick about it. it really is the most beautiful place. http://www.russillospizza.com there's a million reasons why we're closing.
This is the second location we've closed this year. the last one. everything is gone. We were in business for almost 4 years. We created it from scratch and it was huge & wonderful and now it's gone.
In the next few months we're going to have to deal with a thousand lawsuits and bankrupcy and legal crap.
My family has $6,000 to live on until God only knows when.
It's easy to pretend it isn't happening when I'm home but tonight, being there, looking at the sad and sorry faces of our employees, all those damned hugs and optimistic words "things will work out for you guys" and "when one door closes, another one opens" and "something better will come along" They all seem so empty. Especially when spoken by drunken college girls and boys.
Of course, each person on the staff had their own special story of how much they loved us that they wanted to share. "You were my first job." and "This is the best place I have ever worked." I just felt so horrible all night long- like I'm horrible for putting these kids out of work 2 weeks before Christmas. I feel so guilty that they don't have jobs anymore.
We did beat the odds, most restaurants fail in the first year.
I never fantasized about owning a restaurant. It just kind of fell into our laps a few years ago and we seized the opportunity and have been severely blessed. We were voted #1 Italian restaurant and everywhere we go in town everyone knows who we are.
we've learned so much, it really has been a wonderful ride.
I don't know how I will show my face in public.
I know we will learn who our true friends are.
I don't know how we'll pay our mortgage.
I want to run away from home and move far away.
I want to lay in bed and snuggle with my baby and let the rest of the world rot away.
How long can kids survive on pasta?
