I sometimes think that it is so strange, the way everything turned out. And on the other hand, I would not change a thing ( Read more... )

Ok. So we closed early today, and by now (21:15) I have been ALONE in the restaurant for at least 20 minutes. We do take out orders for a company called A La Carte Express - basically a company that makes contracts with restaurants to do deliveries on their behalf and for a fee. I guess it does not employ very smart people. This guy knocks on the ( Read more... )

Oh! And whom did I see at Bocaccino's? Julien. The French bastard who made my life more complicated than it already was. Ha! Well, motherfucker, how does it feel to serve shitty food in a sub-quality chain? My God, there is some justice in the world. It's funny the way karma works, huh?

I remember long time ago Kat wrote that I "didn't have a mean bone" in my body. That changed. For what it's worth, there are times when I feel more free now. I relised that most people are not worth the trouble of adjusting for - they don't stay in your life forever, and when they leave, what was the trouble for? And this is the reason for the ( Read more... )

Our dirt is growing!!

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Things are going great. I wish I had the time to elaborate, but I really don't. Sherif and I started going to the Market (and I mean Market with a capital M - this is the place where all suppliers for any food business get their supplies) early in the morning to pick up vegetables for the restaurant. Man, the markup on these things is huge! Anyway ( Read more... )

I realised recently that I've become quite mean. Or, at the very least, a lot less patient than I used to be. I do not tolerate rude people. I do not tolerate stupid people. Ask a stupid question - get a stupid answer. And, perhaps (gee, really?) I am too serious about work. But the thing is, when it is time to relax, I will relax - but while I am ( Read more... )

I must look like crap all the time, since, beyond an occasional "Are you ok?", there is no reaction from across the desk. I started having full-fledged panic attacks on a regular basis, for all the reasons and without any at all. For the first time ever, a thought occured to me today... If I hurt myself, will I get time off, or will it just be more ( Read more... )

Oh, my...

I am going through all of the old paperwork that I would rather shred than throw out (lots of official information, old paystubs, credit card approvals), and I realised just how spoiled I have become. It is strange how standards change.

ARGH!

I swear, even the good ones are not worth the trouble. I understand that they feel like, even if I am eating or sitting down or not working in general, they have some innate right to tell me to help them or do something, but DAMN. SUCK IT UP. WORK THROUGH A ROUGH PATCH. After all, I do it all the time.

Bah. Give me a break.