I've been working in the service industry for awhile now...and i'm over it. The owners of the restaurant have just found out about the chef's drug habit (hes a crackhead...not just calling him that, he really smokes crack). the owners wolent fire him because he could collect unemployment and he wolent quit because of the same reason. Hes also in total denial about everything and blameing all his problems on everyone else...makes for a great work environment (pure sarcasm) but its fun at the same time. If you can't laugh at the crackheads who can you laugh at.
So the chef starts telling me that my good looks and charm wolent carry me through life....My responce was "jealousy is a mother fucker isn't it". I guess that hit to close to home because he got mad and left for the night right after that
Bye bye Cracky McCrack.
I do know one thing for sure. I will never be totaly happy working for anyone. I have always had a huge authority problem and its only gotten worse with age. Yes one day my good looks will fade but i will always be a charming smartass punk
So i have been putting alot of thought into what i really want to do with my life. I'm no longer happy wondering aimlessly, going from one job i hate to the next. I want to do/make something that will be around long after my death. This mite sound unrealistic but i've been putting serious thought into being a sculptor. I've always been into the arts. When i was in Vegas i saw these fountains craved out of marble...some of the most beautiful things i've ever seen (besides the suicide girls). They really inspired me to the point where i can't stop thinking about them. Also some of the headstones in graveyards are fucking breathtakeing. If i could work as a sculptor makeing headstones that would also fulfill my fastination with death...at least on some level. It would be a positive way to work with a graveyard instead of thinking on how to put some fuckers in the grave
Going to look up some things on the net about how to get started...time to act not think. Wish me luck in following a dream
So the chef starts telling me that my good looks and charm wolent carry me through life....My responce was "jealousy is a mother fucker isn't it". I guess that hit to close to home because he got mad and left for the night right after that
Bye bye Cracky McCrack.
I do know one thing for sure. I will never be totaly happy working for anyone. I have always had a huge authority problem and its only gotten worse with age. Yes one day my good looks will fade but i will always be a charming smartass punk
So i have been putting alot of thought into what i really want to do with my life. I'm no longer happy wondering aimlessly, going from one job i hate to the next. I want to do/make something that will be around long after my death. This mite sound unrealistic but i've been putting serious thought into being a sculptor. I've always been into the arts. When i was in Vegas i saw these fountains craved out of marble...some of the most beautiful things i've ever seen (besides the suicide girls). They really inspired me to the point where i can't stop thinking about them. Also some of the headstones in graveyards are fucking breathtakeing. If i could work as a sculptor makeing headstones that would also fulfill my fastination with death...at least on some level. It would be a positive way to work with a graveyard instead of thinking on how to put some fuckers in the grave
Going to look up some things on the net about how to get started...time to act not think. Wish me luck in following a dream
thirteenpumpkins:
I hope that you're having luck in persuing your dream mate 
thirteenpumpkins:
I hope that you're having luck in persuing your dream mate