It is so hard not to feel extrememly broke all the time, especially when you serve the richest fucking people in the richest fucking neighborhood in all South Florida. People who have never worked a day in their lives and they want to tell me how to cook. They wouldn't know good cuisine if it came all over their face, they eat their filet mignon fucking well done!! That's gotta be illegal. Besides all that moaning and complaining, things are swimming along excellently. I am looking forward to my favorite poet in the whole world coming down to visit me next weekend, which is always a fabulous time. Cheers to all and to all a good night 
bkzeevil02:
Sounds similar to what I'm going through. All you do is replace the snobs that can't appreciate good food with soldiers that think the Army is a free ride, and your favorite poet going to see you to me going on mid-tour leave to see my wife and child. Then I know EXACTLY how you feel.... 