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Today, in celebration of The Colonies throwing off the oppressive twin yolks of free health care and education, and in delighted anticipation of their former rulers looking to soon go the same way [sarcasm alert!], I am taking a day off from my British job (at a Japanese restaurant) wot I stoled from Bri'ish people (Sri Lankans & Nepalese) to hang out with my luvly man from Ελλάδα & a Singaporean.
Yesterday in Londinium:
Taught the boycreature how to make friends with cats :3
Was a bit heartbroken to learn that Oreos taste weird on this side of the Atlantic, but it's probably better for my teeth that way
Had the last kitchen-wenching shift of a 19-hour week, apparently after the Saturday Night From Hell - I got there 10 minutes early to find that all the seasoned kitchen bosses and several more underlings than normally work day shift had been there for a while already because the mad and seething crowds of Soho had descended unto our humble eatery and cleaned out the kitchen of nearly all its stock. Spent the day playing catch-up, learning a few more things like salad and changing the deep-fryer oil, and somehow STILL messing up the simplest but importantest things on the shopping lists, despite two months now of little mistakes I Will Never Mess Up Again...there's always one or two more that crop up. Blarg.
At least I am not the n00biest newbie there is anymore. My training sheet looks encouragingly filled-out after a couple months, and this is the first time I've worked with Nana O. again in a long while, after a week of kitchen-wench boot camp at the restaurant's other location with less traffic & more training time. I am less intimidated by her Dark Kitchen Master aura now, and more comfortable around the other wenches & man-wenches in general, which is an important thing. Big-sisterly hall staff person correctly pointed out that I've gotta be less hesitant to ask for help, which is generally true of me in most any context.
Also, paid my housemate / landlady / husband rent for the first time in a couple months, and it felt really good. There was even money left over from my fat-stack-o'-cash pay packet, plus tips, and that is a vury good sign because even under personal austerity measures this has been by necessity a kinda expensive month. Preparing for former college roomie's wedding, a couple birthdays here and there, eating...
Eating just got much more economical, tho, now that I have finally investigated the Morrisons down the road. Housemate keeps insisting their prices are low because the quality is awful, but so far I have not noticed any significant difference to, say, Sainsbury's. The fruit may have a shorter shelf life, but that's about it. I'ma call it a thrifty win.
Yesterday in Londinium:
Taught the boycreature how to make friends with cats :3
Was a bit heartbroken to learn that Oreos taste weird on this side of the Atlantic, but it's probably better for my teeth that way
Had the last kitchen-wenching shift of a 19-hour week, apparently after the Saturday Night From Hell - I got there 10 minutes early to find that all the seasoned kitchen bosses and several more underlings than normally work day shift had been there for a while already because the mad and seething crowds of Soho had descended unto our humble eatery and cleaned out the kitchen of nearly all its stock. Spent the day playing catch-up, learning a few more things like salad and changing the deep-fryer oil, and somehow STILL messing up the simplest but importantest things on the shopping lists, despite two months now of little mistakes I Will Never Mess Up Again...there's always one or two more that crop up. Blarg.
At least I am not the n00biest newbie there is anymore. My training sheet looks encouragingly filled-out after a couple months, and this is the first time I've worked with Nana O. again in a long while, after a week of kitchen-wench boot camp at the restaurant's other location with less traffic & more training time. I am less intimidated by her Dark Kitchen Master aura now, and more comfortable around the other wenches & man-wenches in general, which is an important thing. Big-sisterly hall staff person correctly pointed out that I've gotta be less hesitant to ask for help, which is generally true of me in most any context.
Also, paid my housemate / landlady / husband rent for the first time in a couple months, and it felt really good. There was even money left over from my fat-stack-o'-cash pay packet, plus tips, and that is a vury good sign because even under personal austerity measures this has been by necessity a kinda expensive month. Preparing for former college roomie's wedding, a couple birthdays here and there, eating...
Eating just got much more economical, tho, now that I have finally investigated the Morrisons down the road. Housemate keeps insisting their prices are low because the quality is awful, but so far I have not noticed any significant difference to, say, Sainsbury's. The fruit may have a shorter shelf life, but that's about it. I'ma call it a thrifty win.