One day at a time

It is interesting knowing that the day you thought would never come has actually come and gone. Graduation instills some of the most complex and contradicting emotions in an individual, which at times leave you empowered and other times leave you helpless. Looking back on my college days at Cornell with only one week of perspective, I find myself reminiscing, remembering, smiling, and hoping that I haven't reached the end of my fun, carefree, and reckless days. Most of my colleagues at Cornell will be going on to take positions as investment bankers or consultants making three times the average American's salary. Other's are piggy backing their parents fortunes to prestigious law and medical schools, where they will move on to become wealthy individuals just like their parents.

Few, if any, are heading back home to run a small, family owned restaurant company. So here I find myself back in Atlanta trying to turn around our least successful restaurant in one of the most difficult locations in Duluth. I guess it is a trait that I inherited from my Spartan and Roman ancestors, to take on the most challenging of tasks that no sane minded restaurateur would do. This restaurant space has now been witness to four failed restaurants, while disappointing customers all along the way. I know that it will only get more difficult before it becomes better; however, I gain inspiration from E.M. Statler, founder of the hospitality school at Cornell, as he said "life is service." And to me, if I can deliver an amazing service experience to every guest teemed with our exceptional product, I know that we will be successful. So until then, I will continue to have restless nights thinking of what I can do to make things just a little bit better for every person that either visits or works at a Sugo.