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First Entry
Aug. 25th, 2014 12:43 amI actually didn't know if I wanted to create a personal journal on dreamwidth. I was thinking about reusing my livejournal one but one of my friends convinced me to go with the times and get a dreamwidth. So, I did.
This journal is mostly for me and my thoughts. I feel like I've been venting quite a lot and maybe this would be a good outlet for me. I also feel like I share too much and many of the people around me aren't as excited as I am. So I thought I would leave it here too.
My first entry is going to me about my part-time job. A greeter at the Plaza. Most people who are close to me know that my passion is in weddings. There is something about weddings that capture my heart. Whether it is knowing the brides personally, the family, the decor, or just the people I work with, weddings are the best things in the world. It is about two people who love each other very much finding a day to celebrate that love.
Up until a few days ago, I thought I wanted to give it all up. I thought to myself. "Jess. You want to be happy. However there are so many people who are absolutely rude and have constantly made you go home unable to even sleep a wink. Not only that but job opportunities didn't really go your way (which I'll probably write another entry about it when I find the time. But for right now, let me say...it was PRETTY devastating) and it was just getting pathetic that talking to people in this field sometimes made me feel strange since I can't really relate to them (whether it be age or just interests). Today, I was reminded about why I do what I do and why I love weddings.
Yesterday's event was absolutely crazy. There was so much disorganization and miscommunication between everyone. Between the grandma just walking off during pictures (I almost didn't notice since I was taking care of close to 40 people and I was already tending to the groom's sister who was panicked every second leading up to the ceremony). Today's event was by no means an easy one either. The event planners are known to be very particular in what they wants. Which means it is going to be ABSOLUTELY hectic for our team. With the aunt freaking out about everything, the father tearing up, yelling left and right, and just insanity all around, I was sure that something was going to array. It didn't (or at least not too much). [EDIT: NOPE. I LIED. The guests refused to leave the cocktail hour. We ran 30 minutes behind schedule. The mother's make up ended up getting messed up. The dresser goes missing. etc. etc. etc. )
TIME SKIP TO WHERE I AM IN THE ROOM WITH THE BRIDE
I remember sitting in the room with the bride right before the ceremony. It was just me, the bride, her mother, and the dresser. As we wait, she smiles over at me and shovels a brownie down her mouth. She says to me "I'm so excited. Though it feels weird. I'm not nervous. This just feels right." Before I could say something back, I get a call from the manager and she told me to bring the bride down. It was at that moment, all the craziness seemed to end (Actually no. Correction! Someone lost their bouquet and I ran around the whole area looking for them. One of the flower girls panicked and couldn't stop crying.) After everyone seated, the bride and groom were at their alter, I walked in and saw two of the most beautiful smiles I've ever seen. The ceremony ended up being one that made me realize that every pain along the way is worth that moment the bride is able to smile at her groom and say their vows.
Days like today make me realize that this is what I want to do. Despite all the sacrifices you have to make, all the yelling you have to take, and all the tears you have to hold back, it is all worth it to see two people happy. In a world where there is so much crime and hatred (especially since I live in NYC), it is worth all your energy and all the pain you take to watch two people enjoy that is most likely going to be the happiest day of their life.
This journal is mostly for me and my thoughts. I feel like I've been venting quite a lot and maybe this would be a good outlet for me. I also feel like I share too much and many of the people around me aren't as excited as I am. So I thought I would leave it here too.
My first entry is going to me about my part-time job. A greeter at the Plaza. Most people who are close to me know that my passion is in weddings. There is something about weddings that capture my heart. Whether it is knowing the brides personally, the family, the decor, or just the people I work with, weddings are the best things in the world. It is about two people who love each other very much finding a day to celebrate that love.
Up until a few days ago, I thought I wanted to give it all up. I thought to myself. "Jess. You want to be happy. However there are so many people who are absolutely rude and have constantly made you go home unable to even sleep a wink. Not only that but job opportunities didn't really go your way (which I'll probably write another entry about it when I find the time. But for right now, let me say...it was PRETTY devastating) and it was just getting pathetic that talking to people in this field sometimes made me feel strange since I can't really relate to them (whether it be age or just interests). Today, I was reminded about why I do what I do and why I love weddings.
Yesterday's event was absolutely crazy. There was so much disorganization and miscommunication between everyone. Between the grandma just walking off during pictures (I almost didn't notice since I was taking care of close to 40 people and I was already tending to the groom's sister who was panicked every second leading up to the ceremony). Today's event was by no means an easy one either. The event planners are known to be very particular in what they wants. Which means it is going to be ABSOLUTELY hectic for our team. With the aunt freaking out about everything, the father tearing up, yelling left and right, and just insanity all around, I was sure that something was going to array. It didn't (or at least not too much). [EDIT: NOPE. I LIED. The guests refused to leave the cocktail hour. We ran 30 minutes behind schedule. The mother's make up ended up getting messed up. The dresser goes missing. etc. etc. etc. )
TIME SKIP TO WHERE I AM IN THE ROOM WITH THE BRIDE
I remember sitting in the room with the bride right before the ceremony. It was just me, the bride, her mother, and the dresser. As we wait, she smiles over at me and shovels a brownie down her mouth. She says to me "I'm so excited. Though it feels weird. I'm not nervous. This just feels right." Before I could say something back, I get a call from the manager and she told me to bring the bride down.
Days like today make me realize that this is what I want to do. Despite all the sacrifices you have to make, all the yelling you have to take, and all the tears you have to hold back, it is all worth it to see two people happy. In a world where there is so much crime and hatred (especially since I live in NYC), it is worth all your energy and all the pain you take to watch two people enjoy that is most likely going to be the happiest day of their life.
