Oh glamorous world of professional breakfast cookery, how I've missed you.
I've missed the shifts that start at 6:30 in the morning.
I've missed the anally retentive early customers who are retardedly particular about an item on the plate that costs LESS THAN A TENTH OF THE PLATE ITSELF.
I've missed the schedule that leaves unable to see anyone I care about, let alone make plans with them.
I've missed spending my day making food that makes me almost ill to look at(I have an intense hatred of the taste and smell of eggs).
I've missed having the energy, inclination or time to do anything other than listlessly drag myself home after work and then sullenly drag mysel around the house.
I've missed the greasy fingers and bad skin that 50 hours over a stove slinging butter invariably leads to.
I've missed good friends thinking I'm an asshole because I missed their calls.
I've missed the way that every day I do this a little bit more of my soul gets sucked out of my ass. And guess what? Souls are prickly.
I've missed the financial desperation that forces me to take a job that drives me nuts.
I've missed working for an awesome company with good people while stuck in a crappy job within said company.
I've missed sounding like a whiny schoolgirl who just got mud on her new dress while getting her first period in front of the school quarterback.
On the plus side, next time we go to the Jitterbug our table gets a 25% discount.
Now I'm off to bed so I can get up at the smelly butt crack of dawn, go to work and add a few more things that I've missed.
I've missed the shifts that start at 6:30 in the morning.
I've missed the anally retentive early customers who are retardedly particular about an item on the plate that costs LESS THAN A TENTH OF THE PLATE ITSELF.
I've missed the schedule that leaves unable to see anyone I care about, let alone make plans with them.
I've missed spending my day making food that makes me almost ill to look at(I have an intense hatred of the taste and smell of eggs).
I've missed having the energy, inclination or time to do anything other than listlessly drag myself home after work and then sullenly drag mysel around the house.
I've missed the greasy fingers and bad skin that 50 hours over a stove slinging butter invariably leads to.
I've missed good friends thinking I'm an asshole because I missed their calls.
I've missed the way that every day I do this a little bit more of my soul gets sucked out of my ass. And guess what? Souls are prickly.
I've missed the financial desperation that forces me to take a job that drives me nuts.
I've missed working for an awesome company with good people while stuck in a crappy job within said company.
I've missed sounding like a whiny schoolgirl who just got mud on her new dress while getting her first period in front of the school quarterback.
On the plus side, next time we go to the Jitterbug our table gets a 25% discount.
Now I'm off to bed so I can get up at the smelly butt crack of dawn, go to work and add a few more things that I've missed.
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do you know photoshop?
if so then you'll be qualified to be trained as a DVD authorer
what programs do you know mr. chef?
You'll break out of this rut.