Catastrophuck

Written a few days ago but never got around to posting it.

Work was a pain. I'm glad I'm in the back usually, because we rarely are the problem. The FOH staff screw up... bad... and often... but not last night.

Last night, we had a full house, and everyone was on top of their game until we realised that the prep cook wasn't in this morning! So everyone is pissed at chef because it's his job to stay on top of things, but he was super hung over earlier and didn't check. SO fuck. We had to change our special midshift, after we had 4 or 5 orders for it that we had to cancel. We started getting behind, yelling ensued, a dishwasher walked out, the manager got in on it, the FOH staff was super pissed...

Then I dropped a steak. A well done (which to me is no longer a steak, but the price is the same) steak, fully plated. So shit...

We eventually got our shit together and finished the night (thank dog i didn't have to close) but i still had to deal with the fallout of the steak. Sure there was yelling and swearing at the time (super professional btw guys when the kitchen is visible to the guests). Afterwards i got a pretty severe talking too while my boss chain smoked. Alright it mostly wasn't directed at me, but my name was thrown in there a lot with a few choice words. That stung.

In the past i'd hardly care, but now that i've been working there for... almost 8 months or so i've started to become invested in that job... it's not a bad restaurant to work for, and i think it's actually stoking some creativity in the meals i cook at homo sweet home. Sometimes i think i should go be a chef, but i like food too much and fear that i'll get angry with all having to deal with it all day longface...

AND SCENE

hokay so that was what i'd written towards the last few days of the olympics, things have gotten sorted in teh kitchen (prep cook fired) new one had one shift, didn't show up again, so here comes another one!

I may've seen Mark again, and i'm only slightly concerned with the attraction i'm feeling... it reminds me of the stuff i used to write in hs, about all the shit he used to put me through... i'll post one later, i just have to find the one i'm thinking of.

So the gist of the writing is that even though we know we liked each other (which i'll remind you grew out of lust) we couldn't express it. And while we were SUPER-MEGA-ULTRA-different(sorry was watching digimon earlier) we were really very similar.

Maybe i'm doing that thing i'm good at where i make excuses for a person i fall for (we all do it, but i'm bestest at it) and we lie to ourselves. Maybe i only miss the feeling of being baby gay and finding my first bf and all the adversity or starcrossed lovers and the like, the hot and heaviness of it... the excitement of just seeing him... but then i actually see him and think, no he's a terriffic person and things are different now...

Anita is a little distant right now i think she misses her little drummer boy (he was in a band how cute is that?), he doesn't have fb so little o-face annie is discouraged but they have msn. i think she likes him a lot, to the point where she met his parents

Some context, Anita keeps everyone at a distance because she doesn't like getting hurt, (one day i'll tell you the story of our dis-fuck-tional relationship). Well, that's my opinion of the matter Anita may now tear a strip out of me. So by her letting someone get familiar enough to warrant a sitcom-esque meet the parents style dinner extravaganza is pretty significant. i'm rooting for her, and hope that he's good to her (even if they are on other sides of the world...)

i should have a clever sign off