back from the dead...minus the caps
so work has been just that. i find myself getting better and more efficient in the kitchen, not falling so far behind during the lunch and dinner rushes. perhaps it's all better since i was "retrained" by a competent employee, not some piece of trailer trash who continually skips work, leaves early, calls in sick, etc. but, like i said, it's getting better.
i have my own style for the desserts. one of the servers commented on one being "very pretty." yeah, i take the extra time to make sure it looks nice, unlike the douches who just spill a random puddle of carmel on a plate and call it good. take pride my son...
other than that, nothing new. kc is still wrapped up in his 17 year old "girlfriend" while i give him shit about it on a daily basis. he's about three days away from a slap across the mouth-- seriously, when i answer his calls, it takes him all of three or so sentences to lead right into "b, jamey..." fucking makes me sick. i've got the nausea.
zits blow. i have two on my upper lip, one of which is right under my right nostril. not only are they a royal pain, but they are also very misleading. i sure hope no one at work thinks i have the herpes.
girl situation remains the same. i really, really hope i don't give off a creepy vibe at work, simply because i don't/won't talk to people. i'm one of those "i'll talk to you if start the conversation" people, always have been, always will be. but the thing is, is that this taryn girl will make eye contact with me on a frequent basis, and then the subsequent smiling from both of us. i'm too shy and fearful of introducing myself. not only for the inevitable rejection, but also because the word will spread through that establishment like wildfire. i'll ride the wave, and see where it breaks.
you know those newer converse shoe commercials? the one with the guy who is like "it's ok, you're 30, you shouldn't look good." well the other one just sucks and is way off, as far as timing goes. the older lady talking about paris hilton being the anti-britney and the backlash against britney and xtina. umm, didn't that happen as soon as they hit the airwaves? thanks converse, you suck. and so do your shoes.
^^see what happens when i don't have anything to talk about.
i hate it when people just start talking, and even moreso when it's completely inappropriate. today, taylor, one of the managers was being a dick with the servers (all female) about abortion and "well how do you think they make money? shit, if i worked with them, i distribute condoms with holes in 'em. how do you think they make money? if people weren't getting pregnant they wouldn't be in business." i didn't know whether to tell him just how stupid he really is, or stab him. such is my work environment. lesson learned: never expect to find someone who knows the works of camus in a kitchen, or anything of the college level.
more with work, i'm the only one there, save caleb, who does not take a smoke break. seriously, is it that bad? and not only that, i think i'm the only one who does not smoke pot. or drink. gogo straightedge! ahh, just more to keep me standoffish.
so work has been just that. i find myself getting better and more efficient in the kitchen, not falling so far behind during the lunch and dinner rushes. perhaps it's all better since i was "retrained" by a competent employee, not some piece of trailer trash who continually skips work, leaves early, calls in sick, etc. but, like i said, it's getting better.
i have my own style for the desserts. one of the servers commented on one being "very pretty." yeah, i take the extra time to make sure it looks nice, unlike the douches who just spill a random puddle of carmel on a plate and call it good. take pride my son...
other than that, nothing new. kc is still wrapped up in his 17 year old "girlfriend" while i give him shit about it on a daily basis. he's about three days away from a slap across the mouth-- seriously, when i answer his calls, it takes him all of three or so sentences to lead right into "b, jamey..." fucking makes me sick. i've got the nausea.
zits blow. i have two on my upper lip, one of which is right under my right nostril. not only are they a royal pain, but they are also very misleading. i sure hope no one at work thinks i have the herpes.
girl situation remains the same. i really, really hope i don't give off a creepy vibe at work, simply because i don't/won't talk to people. i'm one of those "i'll talk to you if start the conversation" people, always have been, always will be. but the thing is, is that this taryn girl will make eye contact with me on a frequent basis, and then the subsequent smiling from both of us. i'm too shy and fearful of introducing myself. not only for the inevitable rejection, but also because the word will spread through that establishment like wildfire. i'll ride the wave, and see where it breaks.
you know those newer converse shoe commercials? the one with the guy who is like "it's ok, you're 30, you shouldn't look good." well the other one just sucks and is way off, as far as timing goes. the older lady talking about paris hilton being the anti-britney and the backlash against britney and xtina. umm, didn't that happen as soon as they hit the airwaves? thanks converse, you suck. and so do your shoes.
^^see what happens when i don't have anything to talk about.
i hate it when people just start talking, and even moreso when it's completely inappropriate. today, taylor, one of the managers was being a dick with the servers (all female) about abortion and "well how do you think they make money? shit, if i worked with them, i distribute condoms with holes in 'em. how do you think they make money? if people weren't getting pregnant they wouldn't be in business." i didn't know whether to tell him just how stupid he really is, or stab him. such is my work environment. lesson learned: never expect to find someone who knows the works of camus in a kitchen, or anything of the college level.
more with work, i'm the only one there, save caleb, who does not take a smoke break. seriously, is it that bad? and not only that, i think i'm the only one who does not smoke pot. or drink. gogo straightedge! ahh, just more to keep me standoffish.
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what's worse is that I've actually heard people steal those magnets to put on their own cars. 