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ha, well i've decide that i want to write a few words on here. I'm not sure which ones yet, but we'll see what comes out. I'm living in brooklynn now, well i wouldn't call it living..ha jk, but i'm stayin in brooklynn for a little while, bedstuy is the nieghborhood. Just listen to any hip hop song and they'll mention it. Its a real treat let me tell you. It used to be horrible, stabbings and such, but its not so bad now. I am one of like 4 white people, its cool though. I live right off of the train stop, so that makes for a quick run home..ha Brooklynn's sweet though, and plus its only like a 12 min ride to the lower east side.
I should be working because I am at work, but dang it anyway i just don't feel like it.
My volunteer job isn't so bad.. I actually like the whole 9-5 routine. I think I could get used to it some day if the money is right. I know that is a lame thing to say but i could think of worse things... like getting dirty every day...ha. AT least here I don't get filthy and sweaty. Thats a big concern of mine. I also got a part time job. Its at this speak easy themed restaurant. The name of the place is Employees only. I hate it. I am a food runner and it is the most stressful job I have ever had in my life. Here is what I do, I hang out in the hot steamy, disgusting kitchen waiting for the chefs the prepare each plate. Then not even 20 seconds after the meal has been prepared, the chef yells at me to hurry up and "get the hell out of the way" and take the scalding hot plates(3 huge ones) up a flight of stairs. I manuever my way up the stairs and through the crowd, the whole time wantind to cry because the plates are burning my hands. When I get to the table I have to give each person the meal that they ordered based on the seat numbers that the chef screamed at me. Its super easy to remember stuff like that when you're constantly worried about dropping the plates or if the burns on your hands are just first degree, or maybe second. Oh well i have to work somewhere, i'm so poor.
crap, well I have to go home now, and plus i've lost all my ambition to write anymore. I know that this was a pretty half-assed summary of what my life is like here, sorry. I've made a few friends. That was an initial concern of mine, but things are getting better. I've just got to get to the beach though. I went last weekend, but it rained. The gay pride parade was a treat to say the least. Its bigger than the macy's day parade...ha k bye
I should be working because I am at work, but dang it anyway i just don't feel like it.
My volunteer job isn't so bad.. I actually like the whole 9-5 routine. I think I could get used to it some day if the money is right. I know that is a lame thing to say but i could think of worse things... like getting dirty every day...ha. AT least here I don't get filthy and sweaty. Thats a big concern of mine. I also got a part time job. Its at this speak easy themed restaurant. The name of the place is Employees only. I hate it. I am a food runner and it is the most stressful job I have ever had in my life. Here is what I do, I hang out in the hot steamy, disgusting kitchen waiting for the chefs the prepare each plate. Then not even 20 seconds after the meal has been prepared, the chef yells at me to hurry up and "get the hell out of the way" and take the scalding hot plates(3 huge ones) up a flight of stairs. I manuever my way up the stairs and through the crowd, the whole time wantind to cry because the plates are burning my hands. When I get to the table I have to give each person the meal that they ordered based on the seat numbers that the chef screamed at me. Its super easy to remember stuff like that when you're constantly worried about dropping the plates or if the burns on your hands are just first degree, or maybe second. Oh well i have to work somewhere, i'm so poor.
crap, well I have to go home now, and plus i've lost all my ambition to write anymore. I know that this was a pretty half-assed summary of what my life is like here, sorry. I've made a few friends. That was an initial concern of mine, but things are getting better. I've just got to get to the beach though. I went last weekend, but it rained. The gay pride parade was a treat to say the least. Its bigger than the macy's day parade...ha k bye