Ever feel like life is a sim? Or, to make things sound more nerdy, do you feel like someone is controlling your life by a giant game control or something? I know, I know. It sounds strange, but I had a thought like that. I was hoping that sometime during my life, I was going to see words like, "You have failed." Or "Level Up!" float above my head. But anyhow... Just to get that off my chest, how are you doing?

The rain... about time it came along. Washes everything clean, gives everything a new start. I love the rain.

You know, I am so glad that today was a very decent day. My dumb ass, however, had to work outside in sandals. So I had to be extra careful not to drop heavy iron on my feet. Other than that, I just had an overall great day. Well, okay, I guess I can reveal what I wanted to get for a tattoo. I wanted to get a blueberry muffin on my forearm, with the word "Grandma" over in in Old English or something like that, because my grandma loves her sweets, and one of her favorites is anything blueberry. Kind of neat, huh? Plus, I got the idea from guys at work because the original tattoo I should get, and I think there is something wrong with it, is getting Sponge Bob Square Pants and Patrick Star holding hands and skipping across my stomach. I told them no, but they have been on me about getting it. I don't know... Just a thought I guess.

I feel random.
You know, like doing something out of the blue.
I wonder... What would happen to me if I got a tattoo I have always wanted to pursue...
Wanna know what it is?
Of course you do.
It would be on my forearm.
It has something to do with my culinary background.
It comes in a dozen, or at least should, unless you make monster ones.
Wanna guess?
Of course you do.
It involves baking, and as an added clue, it can sometimes be blue.
It is delicious too.
Come on... Take a guess...

Remember how I told you about 12-ish hours ago that I was going to be at work for most of the night? Not even 45 minutes ago, I just got home. I should be going to bed, however... I am wide awake. Could this be a 24 hour kind of thing? I sure hope not. I spent at least 10 hours at work. Yeah. Ten. Dias. Dix. Kind of surprised me, but we got a lot done. Anyhow... I think I am going to lay down, took a quick peek at my favorite SG girls so far, (If you don't quite know, they are in order of my friend's list.) and I posted here, so I think I can say I am good for the night. So long, and good night.

"At the end of days, a man may not be measured by their wealths and trophies. The deeds they do; the defining acts of heroism in their lives; moments when they rid the world of foul beasts... these things define their history and turn them into legends. But no man can live to fight another day if they fight recklessly, with no regards to their health. Fortunes and fame mean nothing without the health to enjoy it."

Best quote I have read yet. Sad thing is, in the world right now, how do we have the wealth to enjoy if we are perfectly heathy? I don't want to work tonight. I go in at 5, but tonight isn't some regular working night. Tonight was one of those nights where I have to stay for inspection cleaning, and that won't be until at least one in the morning or so. How fun. But it will be worth it.

You ever wonder when or how things can go wrong? I mean, sure, you will never know when they will actually go down, but it would be nice to know. I'm just waiting for that one moment when I am in the kitchen and I go and randomly cut my fingers off, or when something just blows up in front of me. I always wonder when something gruesome will happen. Should I ever get into an accident in my truck, I am dearly hoping that my knives for school/work doesn't randomly fly open, and then after all that happens, I can look down and see a 6-inch Chef's Knife sticking out of my sternum. That would suck. Big time. I don't know for sure why I chose to blog about gruesome things, but sometimes talking about random acts of gore makes a weight lift. It does for me anyway. My question is, Can anyone relate?

Best thing i have seen... and it was at the Chicago food show. Big question: is it true? should we eat more bacon?


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So here it is, almost 1 in the A.M. ... And I don't want to go to bed. Work was crappy enough as it is, and there were chances, and this is bad coming out of my mouth, that I could have almost stabbed someone. People do not realize that when a person is on a station that is constantly getting hit with orders for things that do take some time to make, it eventually gets to you. I, being on Grill station tonight, was constantly hammered by things that would take some time. I had people practically clambering over everything wanting their food now, instead of waiting for it to actually finish. I had one point when the flat-top grill was covered with various items, and I had items waiting for their turn to go on. Next thing I would hear is, "Oh my god, where are my fucking tacos?" Or "What the hell is taking so long on a cheeseburger?" The first thing to come out of my mouth was, "I just got room, and I put it on there, so please wait a-" "I DON'T HAVE FUCKING TIME TO WAIT FOR IT!" That shit eventually got old. I got so pissed off at one point tonight that I just said "fuckit", downed my glass of water in the back, and started yelling at the first person to ask me for something in a rude manner. It just so happened to be, yes, a server, that wanted her garlic mushrooms. I told her that I never was told to make any, and then she starts blaming me for not making them when she needed them. I told her that there was a difference between actually getting an order for them and being told that they are actually needed for something else. She said it wasn't her fault, it was mine, because now the tickets were taking forever to make. I handed her the spatula, and said, "If you want them so badly, and you don't want your tip to go to shit, then please, go ahead and do my job. It seems like you don't want to ruin your, and if I may say so kindly, PERFECT record." She passed the spatula back, and storms off.

I know I know. I just bitched about my night, but I needed somewhere to vent. On top of all that, after the restaurant closed, we get a party of four, and they ordered three grill items of the four persons. That was real fun. Anyhow, I think I will get on with doing something else. Thanks for reading about this long spiel.

So something very cool... Was watching Real Sex on HBO the other night, and one of the main stories was about Suicide Girls! My jaw just dropped when I saw it because I found it totally awesome.

In other news, I had to come down with a three day cold... you probably know how they go. I had to call off work last night, and I never call a day off. Oh well, I can work it off in no time at all. I'm feeling better today, so let's hope it doesn't kill me! haha.