liayn

I normally enjoy, if not love, my job (chef); however, everything about my job yesterday... sucked. It started with me going to the local tattoo shop to try and get four horizontal bars going down my side. They were up for it until they asked what i did for a living. As soon as I told them I was a chef they instantly changed their minds about the piercings saying that with the amount of movement i do, and the extreme temperatures, the piercing 99% most likely wont work and my skin will reject them. Damn it. So I at least got my Beatles tattoo planed out and should hopefully be able to get that done next paycheck.
I finally get into work and it is DEAD. I like that. so my co-worker goes on his required half an hour break since we arent doing any business and no sooner is he punched out of the building the tickets come flying in. Oh yeah, let's not forget that the General Manager of the hotel was putting in his own order which takes precedence over all the other orders, which in turn pisses off the front of the house waitresses, which in turn pisses me off.
I finally trudge my way through those orders and we have the kitchen all cleaned and all food put away. we get a god damned five top AFTER we are closed. What. The. Fuck. So now we have to scramble to turn everything back on, prep the dishes, make the food, and re-sterilize the kitchen. In total I was an hour late getting out of work only to find out the the person I haven't seen since before I left for the military ditched me to hang out with her boy friend. Fuck yesterday. Lets see if today is any better.