patissier

Will do.

The dude who fucks with me, to try and keep his job safe, is on the line, in back.

'course, our line consists of assembling tacos and flinging burgers... NOT the kind of place I thought it'd be.



But it's allllllll good. Just told them tonight that for the next four weeks, i'd be in an intense training program for the new japanese place that's less then 2 miles from my house...

pizza and burgers, driving 19 miles each way... or contemporary japanese cusine (think morimoto, on iron chef... foie grais gone wild, plus sake and sushi bars...) that's 2 miles from my house.

Somehow the $.50 difference in wage (which only covers gas, not my time, for the commute to sling pizzas) doesn't even begin to cover what I'd be missing by working at a place with a REAL line... oh yes... mis en place, you will be mine again!

i would do the change too. i told the exc. chef yesterday that if we don't start to do more intense desserts and showpeices for the brunches there was no need for me and this is a waste of my talents. not to have an ego but i could be doing more and liking my job or doing shit and having a shitty job we'll see how today goes.

my boss is such a frigin' tool! it's amazing the paradox to my employees. am sure some of them think i'm such a frigin' tool.
the one good thing about my boss bing such a frigin' tool is that i have a better understanding of how not to be such a frigin' tool. i think.

Hey there... welcome welcome...

Tool bosses... <lol> Mine today was actually appreciative of my efforts... weird huh?

I'm not big on MySpace... my fiance uses it to chat with her sisters... but that's about it... I'm strictly an SG guy myself.

people often wish they are more this or more that. maybe it just that they wish they had, a more husky voice or a smaller waste line, but there is something. something about you that you like better on someone else or wish you did/didn't have no matter how unmaterialistic or shallow you maybe.
i don't ever wish to change things in my past, however i wish to "get lucky" and chance the outcome of the inpending doom of my conciequences. i admit that i day dream at times about how my life should be perfect. knowing all the while my life is pretty good.
i went to the casino today because after all i have bills to pay, a laywer to feed, and the state of MO just doesn't make enough money in taxes apperantly. i sat at one brillantly flashing instrument of faith and what do you know i have several hundred dollars more than i did before i went in there. not to mention i've been on a bit of a hot streak lately. slots, table games i play it all.
mind you i am in no way complaining, but as the machine kept counting up the credits i couldn't help but think of how nice it would have been to hit the "jackpot". what creditors i would have paid off and the new location (looking to move to Portland). the friend i was with could not stop saying how great it must be to be me. how lucky i always get. and how i'm freakishly lucky because i have some weird sence to know to look down at this very moment to find a four leaf clover shining back at me.
i never realized how "lucky" i am i guess. perhaps we should all evaluate what incredible lives we live.
good luck