So I got my new job, which is great, but this two weeks will be the longest of my life. That's what I get for being the nice guy. My exec is being hot and cold seriously more bi-polar than usual. Tuesday and wed I thought we were going to end up in the parking lot then today he let me skate early and gave me saturday off since it isn't very busy. My G.M. that usually walks people that give noticed actually asked me to work out my time instead of cutting me my check and escorting me to my car. WTF! I have wrangled ten days off in between jobs. That is going to be awesome. I usually spend my vacation time on working for myself or sick kids so ten days un accounted for is sweet. I need to go to Mississippi to see my new nephew for the first time and I should see my buddy i Arkansas and his kid I haven't met yet but am supposedly to be Godfather of. These are both relaxing places to be then I'll give myself a couple days to laze around the house then start fresh at my new gig. I hope that my new employees are chill. I can get along with anyone but I would prefer that it was easy. I don't think that I'm taking a job that anyone else expected to get since it will be a surprise to the guy I replace and the job was never posted anywhere.
I hope the old ladies are cool. I love working in a kitchen with older people that have done it forever. They are so fun to have around and usually the most dependable. One of my favorite old guys that I ever worked with passed away this year three weeks after my dad and it sucked to see him go. He was a Old Style drinkin', chain smokin' skirt chasin' dirty old man that loved fishing and the cubs. He used to walk up behind me and say "hey, you ever see a 70 year old man with a nine inch pecker?" or when the breakfast manager would spazz he would say" baby, all that bitch needs is a good old fashioned donkey fuckin". He always called everybody baby, and there were few problems that couldn't be solved with a good old fashioned donkey fucking. I don't think that he was into donkeys really from the motions he made I would say it was more of a standing doggie style that was made easier if the recipient had pig tails or big floppy ears. Rambling on.
Spring has sprung everybody seems to have something new going on. Everybody has new blogs with pics and tats and glad tidings,all sorts of what not. The wife is starting to come out of her winter malaise. My youngest looks like somebody beat her. She fell off the ladder to the trampoline at the baby sitters which is only two feet off the ground but she must have landed right on her forhead so her face is scraped and bruised. Then this morning the finger nail she shut in the door last week came off. It wasn't traumatic for her because I had told her it might happen but it does leave her looking just that much worse. My oldest is always getting hurt on her head and face. I have tried to teach them to put their hands up like a boxer and cover up but they both just lead with their faces. Pretty girls for now, I have to keep working with them.
I promised myself with a new job that I would start trying to loose weight and lower my cholesterol which I am scared to have checked because I'm sure that it is gravy because I eat like a moron. In anticipation of this I started taking the girls to the park in town that goes around a little lake that is exactly a mile. Doing that three times a week has already made some of my shirts fit better. The snacking is what kills me. I can stop eating at dinner for a couple days but then I have to have a ten o'clock snack. When we were first married and we both worked till 9 or 10 we called it second dinner and it was a regular thing we invited our friends with similar schedules to come over for second dinner. It was awesome and terrible for gaining weight. We don't do that now that all our rowdy friends have settled down but the ten o'clock craving is still there. This new job will have me out a little later maybe it will be to late to want to eat and I will just go to bed. That would be a bonus. Plus at a new place for the first while I won't mind eating there. If I do my job right I will keep trying enough new things that I won't get burned out on the food. I need to start thinking about dinner tonight.
We started playing this Webb Pierce song in 3/4 mile I can't get the guy to to the snazzy back ground vocals yet. They'll come around.
I just found this so II have to post it too I used to love DK
I hope the old ladies are cool. I love working in a kitchen with older people that have done it forever. They are so fun to have around and usually the most dependable. One of my favorite old guys that I ever worked with passed away this year three weeks after my dad and it sucked to see him go. He was a Old Style drinkin', chain smokin' skirt chasin' dirty old man that loved fishing and the cubs. He used to walk up behind me and say "hey, you ever see a 70 year old man with a nine inch pecker?" or when the breakfast manager would spazz he would say" baby, all that bitch needs is a good old fashioned donkey fuckin". He always called everybody baby, and there were few problems that couldn't be solved with a good old fashioned donkey fucking. I don't think that he was into donkeys really from the motions he made I would say it was more of a standing doggie style that was made easier if the recipient had pig tails or big floppy ears. Rambling on.
Spring has sprung everybody seems to have something new going on. Everybody has new blogs with pics and tats and glad tidings,all sorts of what not. The wife is starting to come out of her winter malaise. My youngest looks like somebody beat her. She fell off the ladder to the trampoline at the baby sitters which is only two feet off the ground but she must have landed right on her forhead so her face is scraped and bruised. Then this morning the finger nail she shut in the door last week came off. It wasn't traumatic for her because I had told her it might happen but it does leave her looking just that much worse. My oldest is always getting hurt on her head and face. I have tried to teach them to put their hands up like a boxer and cover up but they both just lead with their faces. Pretty girls for now, I have to keep working with them.
I promised myself with a new job that I would start trying to loose weight and lower my cholesterol which I am scared to have checked because I'm sure that it is gravy because I eat like a moron. In anticipation of this I started taking the girls to the park in town that goes around a little lake that is exactly a mile. Doing that three times a week has already made some of my shirts fit better. The snacking is what kills me. I can stop eating at dinner for a couple days but then I have to have a ten o'clock snack. When we were first married and we both worked till 9 or 10 we called it second dinner and it was a regular thing we invited our friends with similar schedules to come over for second dinner. It was awesome and terrible for gaining weight. We don't do that now that all our rowdy friends have settled down but the ten o'clock craving is still there. This new job will have me out a little later maybe it will be to late to want to eat and I will just go to bed. That would be a bonus. Plus at a new place for the first while I won't mind eating there. If I do my job right I will keep trying enough new things that I won't get burned out on the food. I need to start thinking about dinner tonight.
We started playing this Webb Pierce song in 3/4 mile I can't get the guy to to the snazzy back ground vocals yet. They'll come around.
I just found this so II have to post it too I used to love DK
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meness
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