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The Arcade Fire - Funeral
The Killers - Hot Fuss
Portishead - Portishead
Sun Kil Moon - Ghosts of the Great Highway
Air - Talkie Walkie
Interpol - the newest one?
Bjork - Medulla
Andrew Bird - Oh! The Grandeur
Outkast - Aquemini
Built to Spill - Perfect from now on
Neutral Milk Hotel - In the aeroplane over the sea
Savath and Savalas - Apropa't
At The Drive-In - Relationship of Command
anything by jeff buckley
This music will forever take me back to those days working in the komi kitchen.
I say that now because those days are going to come to an end. I'm telling johnny tomorrow.
I'm done with the place. My friendships with the people there, the only reason why I've stayed at such a frustrating job for so long, have reached that level where we no longer need the kitchen in order to hang out. There will never be a job, ever, as fun as this was, as chaotic, as much like an after school project as this ramshackle operation.
But seriously, I've been putting up with this shit for far too long. My brain has been wasting away for far too long. And I'm not hanging around for my turn on the 'nervous breakdown/went awol' ride that seems to plague just about everyone that works there. The job was fun. I learned a thing or two about food. I got to the line, cool. It's not that great. I've learned invaluable lessons on restaurant management and human relations, silently collecting information. People like to confide in me for some reason. And I've figured the place out. Don't like what I've come up with. I won't go into it. All I'll say is that I wish there could be one day when all of life's disenchantments would burst open, all at once, get it all over and done with in one shot. Then you could continue on the next day knowing for sure that you'd never be so fooled, and no one would waste her time ever again.
I only have one question for johnny. two questions, actually. Does he have any idea of how poor the morale is in his kitchen, and how he's a direct result of it? And, does he think we're all stupid?
Three questions, okay. Does he have any idea that his entire kitchen is about to walk out on him?
I suspect the answers are no, yes, and no.
There have been too many mondays when I walk into work bolstered with steel reserve, bearing my notice of resignation. This year alone! I just can't be complacent about that thing which takes up all my time and effort.
Where to go next?
Cuba.