Friday, June 11, 2004
This was a picture perfect day. The sun was shining, the wind, blowing and i, for once felt 100% better. This day, my girl friend and i went up to fly kites at the look out. This was the best day off that i've had in a while.
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Me?! An assistant kitchen manager?!
I woke up in hell today.
"So, i'm still sick," i thought to myself as i clutched the porcelain, a waterfall of liquid from my mouth. My sickness is really taking its toll on my spirit. I haven't had much sleep in the past six days, and i'm beginning to wonder if a doctor is what i really need.
The birds were chirping beautifully this morning; the paper delivery guy whistles while doing his rounds; beautiful flowers reach for the sun gleefully; bright white clouds silently whisk by in the endless cyan sky, and i heave more liquid into the shitter. this has been my six days in hell. Hopefully it's not seven.
An update at work:
our assistant kitchen manager decided to go on a break, and as far as i know, he's still on break. No one has seen him since. So his job is up for grabs, and the kitchen manager has three people in mind for the job. unfortunately, i'm one of the three. The last thing i want in that place is to be in charge of those bumbling idiots.
Three reasons why i shouldn't be promoted:
1. I'm leaving for school at the end of the summer,
2. I just don't care enough about what happens at that place to run it,
3. I'm inches away from my two weeks notice.
Things are quite rough right now, but i'll get through it. We all manage our own problems somehow, i guess that's how we evolve.
better years await us...rustedhalo
p.s. my belly button hurts too. >8(
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"So, i'm still sick," i thought to myself as i clutched the porcelain, a waterfall of liquid from my mouth. My sickness is really taking its toll on my spirit. I haven't had much sleep in the past six days, and i'm beginning to wonder if a doctor is what i really need.
The birds were chirping beautifully this morning; the paper delivery guy whistles while doing his rounds; beautiful flowers reach for the sun gleefully; bright white clouds silently whisk by in the endless cyan sky, and i heave more liquid into the shitter. this has been my six days in hell. Hopefully it's not seven.
An update at work:
our assistant kitchen manager decided to go on a break, and as far as i know, he's still on break. No one has seen him since. So his job is up for grabs, and the kitchen manager has three people in mind for the job. unfortunately, i'm one of the three. The last thing i want in that place is to be in charge of those bumbling idiots.
Three reasons why i shouldn't be promoted:
1. I'm leaving for school at the end of the summer,
2. I just don't care enough about what happens at that place to run it,
3. I'm inches away from my two weeks notice.
Things are quite rough right now, but i'll get through it. We all manage our own problems somehow, i guess that's how we evolve.
better years await us...rustedhalo
p.s. my belly button hurts too. >8(
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
sick of work? or working for sickness?
So, i'm getting mighty sick of this.
I was supposed to go away to Oakville to find a place to live; however, due to work wearing down my immune system, it caused me to get ill. Because of this illness, i had to postpone this trip to find a new place to live. So, For some weird reason i've had five days off in a row, which never happens and of course, i'm sick for all of them. Even today, with me having to work tonight, i am still sick. I cannnot sleep at night because everytime i breath out i need to cough.
My raise at work was only twentyfive cents. A slap in the face considering that the owner takes home almost a thousand dollars a day; whereas i can barely take home six hundred in two weeks. And i do at least seventy five percent of the orders, AND still have to do dishes at the end of my shift. I hate closing. I'm tired of having my evening stolen from me. I'm tired of serving stupid tourists food when their enjoying their weekend, when i really want to be enjoying mine. PAIN.
See, i've only had this job for three months. Am i just a whiner? or is it just that i get really fucked over at every job i take? or do i just need to get out of the culinary business? Personally, i think it's the third on that reigns truth. This sickness that work has given me has made me bitter.
HOPEFULLY, better years await us...rustedhalo
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I was supposed to go away to Oakville to find a place to live; however, due to work wearing down my immune system, it caused me to get ill. Because of this illness, i had to postpone this trip to find a new place to live. So, For some weird reason i've had five days off in a row, which never happens and of course, i'm sick for all of them. Even today, with me having to work tonight, i am still sick. I cannnot sleep at night because everytime i breath out i need to cough.
My raise at work was only twentyfive cents. A slap in the face considering that the owner takes home almost a thousand dollars a day; whereas i can barely take home six hundred in two weeks. And i do at least seventy five percent of the orders, AND still have to do dishes at the end of my shift. I hate closing. I'm tired of having my evening stolen from me. I'm tired of serving stupid tourists food when their enjoying their weekend, when i really want to be enjoying mine. PAIN.
See, i've only had this job for three months. Am i just a whiner? or is it just that i get really fucked over at every job i take? or do i just need to get out of the culinary business? Personally, i think it's the third on that reigns truth. This sickness that work has given me has made me bitter.
HOPEFULLY, better years await us...rustedhalo
