An update, just for the sake of an update.
I haven't updated in a while. Nor have I felt the need, want or desire too. There hasn't been too much I've wanted to say. Even now as I sip some morning coffee I plan on being brief.
Work: After a few insanely stressful weeks with sickness, St. Patty's day (never again), and other thrills. Things are starting to mellow out. Why? Because I refuse to care any longer and I'm much much happier for it. My coup'd failed. It was stopped by "The Eastern Block". Bitch cook realised she was mere days from being given the boot so she turned to her friends, Lucy (would be boss lady) and and another Chez waitress. They began to tell the owner how bad I was, how much work I didn't do, they even all threatened to quit if I was made kitchen manager. This led to a series of phone calls from the owner. Seem one night bitch cook cornered his wife and told her how lazt/no good/uesless/etc. I was. She believed it. I was pissed. Then St. Patty's day came.
We had to open earily that day and Bitch Cook had closed the previous night. She had done no prep. We were almost empty on many critical things like Corn Beef. I jump into super cook mode. I, god knows how, mamage to cook several briskets, stock the place up, serve a fuck ton of dishes with lightning speed. None of the girls had ever seen it that busy. They had to call in more and more help. Bitch cook wouldn't answer her phone so I had to swing it solo and I did. By time she showed up the crowed had reached a point where food service was almost impossible because the ammount of drinkers. When she arrived the orders had slowed to a trickle and I had set up a super quick system for most of the food (Corn Beef and cabbage or cornbeef sandwich). I started to work on restocking again and prep when she had to audacity to say something like why wasn't so and so done. I looked at her, laughed, took off my apron and said "Do it yourself." I then went to leave but got tripped up by one of the regulars buying me a pint...then another...and another...and another...then MC showed up and we went to another bar to see a band. I woke up in bed with a evil evil hangover from hell. MC later told me she has never seen me that drunk. I could barely walk/talk/ect. The crowner is I had to work a double that day and the next. Ugggg...
Anyway, after that most off the other girls (not Bitch) backed off. They had seen me in action and went "Holy fuck! How did he do that?" I also changed my attitude. I realised there are other jobs out there and I do not need this one. I've built MC and I a nice cushion that would last long enough for me to find a new job if nessessary. At that point I ceased to give a fuck. I've been overall much happier. I tend to get too involved and focused on things like work from time to time.
Which reminds me. I've been receiving calls from Spokane. More accurately from Interplayers, my old theater. Seems they are very much up a creek without a paddle, boat, or life jacket and waterfall is just around the corner. They have no money, no employees that know what they are doing, no artistic director, no business director and over all no clue what to do to save their sorry assses. So who do they call? The one who helped bail them out last time. Seems word has reached the folks runing the place that I was the man who knew what was what and why. Not the sorry bitch that took credit for all my hard work then had me let go. So I've gotten a few calls, several offers and one friendly threat of kidnapping. I've told them "Sorry to hear of your situation. I put my heart and soul into that place and sacrificed a lot to make sure it kept open. I was rewarded with scorn, lies, and unemployment. I have no desire at this time to dig anyone out of the hole I warned them, repeatedly, not to dig. Sorry, but no."
Other things... MC's still looking for work. She's been really down on herself and nervous. Her choice to look for a job related to her degree has show here exactly what value a degree from a prestigious university has these days. Absolultly none. She's had a few interviews (three I think) and no luck. She's stuck. It's been 8 months now. I'm being patient but until she finds something I have to work my ass off to make ends meet. I cannot audition, take classes, or pursue what I told myself I was here for. I don't have the enegry, flexibility, and, frankly, desire. I'm a bit burned out. I know it will all work out eventually. These things take time. The waiting is the hardest part.
At least I have WoW.
Work: After a few insanely stressful weeks with sickness, St. Patty's day (never again), and other thrills. Things are starting to mellow out. Why? Because I refuse to care any longer and I'm much much happier for it. My coup'd failed. It was stopped by "The Eastern Block". Bitch cook realised she was mere days from being given the boot so she turned to her friends, Lucy (would be boss lady) and and another Chez waitress. They began to tell the owner how bad I was, how much work I didn't do, they even all threatened to quit if I was made kitchen manager. This led to a series of phone calls from the owner. Seem one night bitch cook cornered his wife and told her how lazt/no good/uesless/etc. I was. She believed it. I was pissed. Then St. Patty's day came.
We had to open earily that day and Bitch Cook had closed the previous night. She had done no prep. We were almost empty on many critical things like Corn Beef. I jump into super cook mode. I, god knows how, mamage to cook several briskets, stock the place up, serve a fuck ton of dishes with lightning speed. None of the girls had ever seen it that busy. They had to call in more and more help. Bitch cook wouldn't answer her phone so I had to swing it solo and I did. By time she showed up the crowed had reached a point where food service was almost impossible because the ammount of drinkers. When she arrived the orders had slowed to a trickle and I had set up a super quick system for most of the food (Corn Beef and cabbage or cornbeef sandwich). I started to work on restocking again and prep when she had to audacity to say something like why wasn't so and so done. I looked at her, laughed, took off my apron and said "Do it yourself." I then went to leave but got tripped up by one of the regulars buying me a pint...then another...and another...and another...then MC showed up and we went to another bar to see a band. I woke up in bed with a evil evil hangover from hell. MC later told me she has never seen me that drunk. I could barely walk/talk/ect. The crowner is I had to work a double that day and the next. Ugggg...
Anyway, after that most off the other girls (not Bitch) backed off. They had seen me in action and went "Holy fuck! How did he do that?" I also changed my attitude. I realised there are other jobs out there and I do not need this one. I've built MC and I a nice cushion that would last long enough for me to find a new job if nessessary. At that point I ceased to give a fuck. I've been overall much happier. I tend to get too involved and focused on things like work from time to time.
Which reminds me. I've been receiving calls from Spokane. More accurately from Interplayers, my old theater. Seems they are very much up a creek without a paddle, boat, or life jacket and waterfall is just around the corner. They have no money, no employees that know what they are doing, no artistic director, no business director and over all no clue what to do to save their sorry assses. So who do they call? The one who helped bail them out last time. Seems word has reached the folks runing the place that I was the man who knew what was what and why. Not the sorry bitch that took credit for all my hard work then had me let go. So I've gotten a few calls, several offers and one friendly threat of kidnapping. I've told them "Sorry to hear of your situation. I put my heart and soul into that place and sacrificed a lot to make sure it kept open. I was rewarded with scorn, lies, and unemployment. I have no desire at this time to dig anyone out of the hole I warned them, repeatedly, not to dig. Sorry, but no."
Other things... MC's still looking for work. She's been really down on herself and nervous. Her choice to look for a job related to her degree has show here exactly what value a degree from a prestigious university has these days. Absolultly none. She's had a few interviews (three I think) and no luck. She's stuck. It's been 8 months now. I'm being patient but until she finds something I have to work my ass off to make ends meet. I cannot audition, take classes, or pursue what I told myself I was here for. I don't have the enegry, flexibility, and, frankly, desire. I'm a bit burned out. I know it will all work out eventually. These things take time. The waiting is the hardest part.
At least I have WoW.