What a couple of days
Between work (both jobs) and school, I pulled a 20 hour day yesterday. After all of 4 hours of sleep in between, I worked at the country club for 14+ hours today, with no break. Hell, I didn't even have a bite to eat until after 8pm, aside from some bacon I ganked off the breakfast line early this morning.
Tomorrow I have to be back at 7am (9+ hours from now), and I'll probably end up putting in another 12-14 hours.
Now, I'm only scheduled to work til 3pm on Sat-Sun, but it doesn't work out that way when you have a 300-plate wedding reception to serve. Yeah, today I sauteed 80 chicken breasts (a donzen at a time), and grilled over 300 filet mignons (about 50 at a time). That was sheer madness. My hands are caked in dreid blood and latex glove powder.
I really wanted to go out to a friend's birthday dinner & party tonight, but no such luck. Instead, I'm going to have a couple glasses of whiskey here at home while listening to Tom Waits, and then I'm going to sack out.
Yep.
Between work (both jobs) and school, I pulled a 20 hour day yesterday. After all of 4 hours of sleep in between, I worked at the country club for 14+ hours today, with no break. Hell, I didn't even have a bite to eat until after 8pm, aside from some bacon I ganked off the breakfast line early this morning.
Tomorrow I have to be back at 7am (9+ hours from now), and I'll probably end up putting in another 12-14 hours.
Now, I'm only scheduled to work til 3pm on Sat-Sun, but it doesn't work out that way when you have a 300-plate wedding reception to serve. Yeah, today I sauteed 80 chicken breasts (a donzen at a time), and grilled over 300 filet mignons (about 50 at a time). That was sheer madness. My hands are caked in dreid blood and latex glove powder.
I really wanted to go out to a friend's birthday dinner & party tonight, but no such luck. Instead, I'm going to have a couple glasses of whiskey here at home while listening to Tom Waits, and then I'm going to sack out.
Yep.
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But at least I fucking know. I was fucked up and I didn't know, and that's worse.Now I know. Even though I had go through a divorce (I'm not the petitioner) after a season of swinging in a really busy condominium building w/out ever getting laid, in order to realize it.
Why? Cuz I was fucking looking for something that didn't exist, something I was wasting my time looking for all my life... love, not just regular love..that maternal love that that bitch mom didn't give me (she ditched me and dad instead) when I was young. Fucking talk about insane! Maternal love in a swinger party?
I swear, if I didn't hate people who killed themselves so much, I might have considered it at times. But then I would have had to hate myself from the grave.
EDIT: left an incomplete sentence there.
[Edited on Jun 13, 2004 6:14AM]