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i had a bit too much to drink last night. i'd had 9 hours in work and was getting rather annoyed. now that i've been accepted into the Hart's clan i've somehow found myself in the role of company pet. everyone has the urge to pat me on the head when they walk past, or hug me and tickle my sides. which all sounds very endearing, but actually it's fucking annoying. so annoying that i got rather pissed off and ended up quaffing large quantities of all colours of wine during service.
everyone was in a bit of a weird mood yesterday though. the head chef was being a right gossipy old woman - so i don't trust him anymore. which is also a shame cos i rather like him, he's very chilled out for a head chef. the customers were all in weird moods too, ordering things we don't have on the menu and not bothering to tell us about their allergies and such. i think it must have been a full moon.
anyway, towards the end of service, i was sat having yet another glass of wine trying to get a bit of peace when ricky - the annoying 18 year old who has the mental age of 12 and something of a drug problem came over and started all the "do you want to come to my car after work and have a spliff?" buisness. no thanks, never ever gonna be that desperate. but while i was talking to him the younger chefs all left and said they were going to the Ropewalk and asked ricky if he wanted to meet them after. they didn't ask me, but i decided that seem as i finished work about 10 minutes after they left, and i felt like a drink, i went to the ropewalk (which is on the walk home anyway) and had a drink. which was nice, in a way. unfortunately i have however now developed a hatred for them all. i mean, they are nice guys, they're just absolute fucking wankers.
basically, what all this is about is this:
i'm handing in my month's notice today when i get in. i've decided that i just want to take the lexis nexis job, and i won't bother staying with harts. i feel like a bit of a cock for screwing them over, but after last night's shenanigans i don't feel too guilty about it anymore. so i suppose the moral of the story is that if you spend long enough with the people you work with, you'll soon find it easy enough to screw them over.
everyone was in a bit of a weird mood yesterday though. the head chef was being a right gossipy old woman - so i don't trust him anymore. which is also a shame cos i rather like him, he's very chilled out for a head chef. the customers were all in weird moods too, ordering things we don't have on the menu and not bothering to tell us about their allergies and such. i think it must have been a full moon.
anyway, towards the end of service, i was sat having yet another glass of wine trying to get a bit of peace when ricky - the annoying 18 year old who has the mental age of 12 and something of a drug problem came over and started all the "do you want to come to my car after work and have a spliff?" buisness. no thanks, never ever gonna be that desperate. but while i was talking to him the younger chefs all left and said they were going to the Ropewalk and asked ricky if he wanted to meet them after. they didn't ask me, but i decided that seem as i finished work about 10 minutes after they left, and i felt like a drink, i went to the ropewalk (which is on the walk home anyway) and had a drink. which was nice, in a way. unfortunately i have however now developed a hatred for them all. i mean, they are nice guys, they're just absolute fucking wankers.
basically, what all this is about is this:
i'm handing in my month's notice today when i get in. i've decided that i just want to take the lexis nexis job, and i won't bother staying with harts. i feel like a bit of a cock for screwing them over, but after last night's shenanigans i don't feel too guilty about it anymore. so i suppose the moral of the story is that if you spend long enough with the people you work with, you'll soon find it easy enough to screw them over.