kloiterra

my best friend called me, all excited on friday:
"you know my chef friend that i told you about over xmas?
he fired two of his sous chefs, and i talked you up...you gotta call him at 2 on monday."
we talked on the phone for five or ten minutes,
wasn't much of an interview, i think he was feeling out my personality.
that's what i was doing, anyway.
we had a good laugh about my current pay.
we'll get along just fine.
i got the job that will get me outta here,
all i have to do is show up and start working.
what about the two week notice?
my mother even told me to ditch my job--
"fuck them better than they fucked you"
is not the series of words that came out of her mouth,
but is what she said, directly translated into my language.
one more temporary stop at my parents' house
and i'll take the next step closer to point B.
there is no other way than up from here
and it's starting now and happening quickly.