Crushed pepper and light rain.
So the learning curve at my work is very steep, but it is also very long. I learn how to do my job better every day and it's a constant struggle to figure out the little nuances of a 100% sink-or-swim kitchen (For example, I hadn't even seen a menu on my working interview and I had to cook lunch solo)(Granted, the manager stood by and corrected me on everything, but he said I did way better than most). There are, however, tiny moments of pride in showing that I know my stuff when it comes to food.
Like teaching Kenny (the best cook I've met in my entire life thus far) the best way to hand-crush pepper.
Considering he's taught me no less than a hundred things in the kitchen in the few hours we've been working at the same time, it seems like a bigger victory than it is, but appreciating small things is better than anticipating big ones.
The grits burn is going to scar. This normally wouldn't bother me, but it really looks like a suppurating needle mark. Location location location. 2.5 inches long and filled with red lines. Great.
My new longboard and I are now pretty much the same entity. Madame Elizabeth Bathory (Bathory for short) makes me simultaneously lazy and overactive. If I get out of a bus at the corner, I will skate the 20 yards to the door. But I will also avoid the bus on a sunny (or lightly rainy) day for an hour of fresh air. Except for the cigarettes. Everybody has their flaws.
Round one of long hair failed, so I cut it back to the mohawk, which felt really good; like I'd let out a breath that had been held for too long. However, it makes me feel a bit cowardly. Turning from a challenge by reliving one that was harder in the first place. I'm pretty sure I'm now talking about more than hair, but y'know.
This week has been a weird week of ex-boyfriend songs popping up. Everything from Belgium ("Now you're halfway 'round the world, and I'm just a day behind") to Finntroll (..."*ANGRY DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS SONGS IN FINN*) to Rise Against ("Like the Angel you are..."). I guess some people have those days where every one of their exes call, I just have days where I hear songs associated with all/most of them.
Going to North Dakota soon. I've missed having to keep track of North Dakota time. It'll be a good trip. Going to the Hostfest and everything.
Alrighty, time for a bit of a skate and some going home. I think. Have a few books glaring at me from my desk that I should really pay attention to.
Anyway, be good, chilluns.
All because of you
I believe in angels.
Not the kind with wings,
no not the kind with halos.
The ones who lead you home
when home becomes a strange place...
I follow your voice.
All you have to do is shout it out.
Thinking of you, kid.
Like teaching Kenny (the best cook I've met in my entire life thus far) the best way to hand-crush pepper.
Considering he's taught me no less than a hundred things in the kitchen in the few hours we've been working at the same time, it seems like a bigger victory than it is, but appreciating small things is better than anticipating big ones.
The grits burn is going to scar. This normally wouldn't bother me, but it really looks like a suppurating needle mark. Location location location. 2.5 inches long and filled with red lines. Great.
My new longboard and I are now pretty much the same entity. Madame Elizabeth Bathory (Bathory for short) makes me simultaneously lazy and overactive. If I get out of a bus at the corner, I will skate the 20 yards to the door. But I will also avoid the bus on a sunny (or lightly rainy) day for an hour of fresh air. Except for the cigarettes. Everybody has their flaws.
Round one of long hair failed, so I cut it back to the mohawk, which felt really good; like I'd let out a breath that had been held for too long. However, it makes me feel a bit cowardly. Turning from a challenge by reliving one that was harder in the first place. I'm pretty sure I'm now talking about more than hair, but y'know.
This week has been a weird week of ex-boyfriend songs popping up. Everything from Belgium ("Now you're halfway 'round the world, and I'm just a day behind") to Finntroll (..."*ANGRY DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS SONGS IN FINN*) to Rise Against ("Like the Angel you are..."). I guess some people have those days where every one of their exes call, I just have days where I hear songs associated with all/most of them.
Going to North Dakota soon. I've missed having to keep track of North Dakota time. It'll be a good trip. Going to the Hostfest and everything.
Alrighty, time for a bit of a skate and some going home. I think. Have a few books glaring at me from my desk that I should really pay attention to.
Anyway, be good, chilluns.
All because of you
I believe in angels.
Not the kind with wings,
no not the kind with halos.
The ones who lead you home
when home becomes a strange place...
I follow your voice.
All you have to do is shout it out.
Thinking of you, kid.