So ummm... I'm moving, yet again. But this time its to someplace SAFE. A haven where I will not have to keep my vibrators in an armored safe. A place where kitties can roam in a nice, spacious area. And my roommate is the fabulous
as_mona_says. Yes. We have a household policy of liberalism, Beatlemania, recycling and free love. Seriously. Its going to be so
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My job is turning out to be pretty decent. The worst part of it is the commute. I have to take a 35 minute train ride on the long island railroad, into NYC, then I have to take 3 subways to get up to the upper east side. Pain in the ASS. But I think it is worth it. I'm the only woman in the kitchen. Now that I've been there over a month I am starting to get to know the guys. They're all pretty decent and they seem to respect me well enough. The exec. chef is starting to give me little tasks, I guess to see how creative I can be. He'll go to the farmers market, bring back a bunch of stuff and have me whip up a special of the day. that can be scary cause I don't have very much experience, at all! But I stay calm, pretend I know what I am doing, and get thru it. When I'm working dinner service and things get hairy I am usually able to keep my cool. I don't know how and why I do it but I just want to be able to show that I can. It's funny... I forget I am female when I'm working! HAHA! I feel like one of the guys!
So I hope things get better in there for you. If not, you can always move to a new place. Let me know how it all turns out!!!
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