Well the rumors are true, they fired the chef, Bill, from my job. And so the Lala era begins...And I'm nervous as all hell. If you've read my diary all along you already know how I never really got along with Bill. I never really felt I could trust him and never really established a rapport with him. I will say he was fair though and he did look out for me when I needed days off for the band or other reasons. He basically shot himself in the foot taking the vacation time at the end of December. It seems Lala really went behind his back to get in the running. The signs have been on the wall even before that.
Bill's main problem was he sucked at ordering. We always wound up overstocked with product. There's was always problems with food costs. Then again, a lot of the problem was management's fault as well. Especially concerning any functions such as weddings etc. It's pretty hard to run a smooth ship when you're not getting a menu until less than a week before the event. And in a lot of cases changes were taking place even up to the day of it. Bill might have been an idiot, but he had a lot going against him.
And so that brings us to Lala...I shudder at the thought. Lala has already prooved he's nothing but a hero. Special orders will go to the extreme. Hell, why even bother to have a menu? Guess we'll never be allowed to say no to any request no matter how outlandish. The members want their food served yesterday, guess the line will really slow down now. I can't wait to see him butt heads with the twins. This is going to be one real mess. I can't believe he pulled the wool over management's eyes so easily. The fucker is on his cell phone more than anything. I think he sits down more than me. Oh, I predict he'll bring the food cost down. Maybe that's all management is looking for. But the chemistry in the kitchen is in for a big hit. Now we have to deal with another friggin' "visionary" who's going to want to change things around. When are these idiots ever gonna learn? Now matter how many bells and whistles you attach, the miserable old fucks are still gonna want their 1/2 sammiches. It's the Burleigh Diner, It's God's waiting room, something's are never going to change.
All I want to do is get thru the Winter. I almost expect to get fired. Guess I have had a pretty miserable attitude all along. Wish someone would finally sit down with me and ask why. So much back stabbing there. So much preferred treatment. And all along I was caught in the middle meant to feel like everyone's bitch. What could I expect? I mean after all I've only been the part time worker all along...
Oh enough of that crap, guess I'll dutifully report everything as it happens. All I can do is go with it right now. What else am I going to do?
Andy swears this is going to be the year for touring. Hell, he's even willing to sell his toy collection now to futher the cause. I have all my sport and music collectibles to part with. I'm just too lazy to deal with Ebay. I just want to blow them out all in one shot. The band has been on standstill for the last 2 weeks. Yes, we still have equipment up at Shield's house in Philly from his B-day gig! Andy and I are finally going up to get the rest tonight. We now have 3 shows coming up in about a month. Time to start whipping us back into shape. There's still all the new songs from the upcoming "Geek Pride" CD we have to get down. We're still sitting on "Generation TV". Not only are we so broke we can't afford to get it mastered yet, but Phillmore called us up saying he thinks he can do better with the mixes. I let Penny and Andy deal with that. I'm not sure if we're waiting on that or not. I've still been whoring the band left and right on My Space. I guess I'm still waiting for something to fall into our laps. Someone sooner or later is bound to notice it. This work has to pay off somehow right? Guess I'm still too much a dreamer.
So I've been bored out of my mind since the last entry. My days filled with internet, TV watching (I've really gotten hooked on "Match Game" re-runs on GSN), and reading. Oh, don't think for a second I've expanded my knowledge with books on deep thought or world peace, just 2 new Led Zep books to keep me occupied. Still can't afford a new PS2. The Madden-less streak is over 2 weeks now. I finally have an unemployment check coming. but almost all of it is going to Jackie who I now owe 4 weeks of rent. Maybe I can still talk her into to let me having a deduction for a new PS2 as an early b-day present. She agreed to it before.
My depression is sinking towards depths I've never imagined. It's almost rock bottom. I see how pathetic I really am. With no real hopes of a future. Yes, I have music sweet music. But alas, music revolves on money. Which none of us seem to have. Unless our fire sale of collectibles takes off. So I have my usual fears with the band made even worse with the new uncertainties faced at work. The old "thinking I'm dying - the world is ending" paranoia is still in full swing as well. So much for the diet, I got into a box of Whitmans Sampler candies left over from Xmas last night to deal with my stress. Can someone get me hooked on heroin please? (that's sarcasm BTW). And on top of my own misery, Cindy is hitting an all time low out there in Bumfuck, Arkansas. Her daughter lied to her all along about her college grades. I keep telling her it isn't her fault. What else could she do? She's over 18, she gave her complete trust. Time for the kid to face up to responsibilities. (Yes, I did notice the irony comparing it to my own pathetic existence. Just one quick note, you could never make me feel worse than I already do. I beat myself up far worse than any outsider could). On top of that, her job just keeps getting worse and worse. So there she is out there and here I am. Both completely miserable. We shine a little light on each other's life and we still can't act upon it. C'mon Brainy, get that internship in Wilmington, DE!
Well I'm done boring you to tears. Don't give up on me baby....I've already done that myself years ago...
Bill's main problem was he sucked at ordering. We always wound up overstocked with product. There's was always problems with food costs. Then again, a lot of the problem was management's fault as well. Especially concerning any functions such as weddings etc. It's pretty hard to run a smooth ship when you're not getting a menu until less than a week before the event. And in a lot of cases changes were taking place even up to the day of it. Bill might have been an idiot, but he had a lot going against him.
And so that brings us to Lala...I shudder at the thought. Lala has already prooved he's nothing but a hero. Special orders will go to the extreme. Hell, why even bother to have a menu? Guess we'll never be allowed to say no to any request no matter how outlandish. The members want their food served yesterday, guess the line will really slow down now. I can't wait to see him butt heads with the twins. This is going to be one real mess. I can't believe he pulled the wool over management's eyes so easily. The fucker is on his cell phone more than anything. I think he sits down more than me. Oh, I predict he'll bring the food cost down. Maybe that's all management is looking for. But the chemistry in the kitchen is in for a big hit. Now we have to deal with another friggin' "visionary" who's going to want to change things around. When are these idiots ever gonna learn? Now matter how many bells and whistles you attach, the miserable old fucks are still gonna want their 1/2 sammiches. It's the Burleigh Diner, It's God's waiting room, something's are never going to change.
All I want to do is get thru the Winter. I almost expect to get fired. Guess I have had a pretty miserable attitude all along. Wish someone would finally sit down with me and ask why. So much back stabbing there. So much preferred treatment. And all along I was caught in the middle meant to feel like everyone's bitch. What could I expect? I mean after all I've only been the part time worker all along...
Oh enough of that crap, guess I'll dutifully report everything as it happens. All I can do is go with it right now. What else am I going to do?
Andy swears this is going to be the year for touring. Hell, he's even willing to sell his toy collection now to futher the cause. I have all my sport and music collectibles to part with. I'm just too lazy to deal with Ebay. I just want to blow them out all in one shot. The band has been on standstill for the last 2 weeks. Yes, we still have equipment up at Shield's house in Philly from his B-day gig! Andy and I are finally going up to get the rest tonight. We now have 3 shows coming up in about a month. Time to start whipping us back into shape. There's still all the new songs from the upcoming "Geek Pride" CD we have to get down. We're still sitting on "Generation TV". Not only are we so broke we can't afford to get it mastered yet, but Phillmore called us up saying he thinks he can do better with the mixes. I let Penny and Andy deal with that. I'm not sure if we're waiting on that or not. I've still been whoring the band left and right on My Space. I guess I'm still waiting for something to fall into our laps. Someone sooner or later is bound to notice it. This work has to pay off somehow right? Guess I'm still too much a dreamer.
So I've been bored out of my mind since the last entry. My days filled with internet, TV watching (I've really gotten hooked on "Match Game" re-runs on GSN), and reading. Oh, don't think for a second I've expanded my knowledge with books on deep thought or world peace, just 2 new Led Zep books to keep me occupied. Still can't afford a new PS2. The Madden-less streak is over 2 weeks now. I finally have an unemployment check coming. but almost all of it is going to Jackie who I now owe 4 weeks of rent. Maybe I can still talk her into to let me having a deduction for a new PS2 as an early b-day present. She agreed to it before.
My depression is sinking towards depths I've never imagined. It's almost rock bottom. I see how pathetic I really am. With no real hopes of a future. Yes, I have music sweet music. But alas, music revolves on money. Which none of us seem to have. Unless our fire sale of collectibles takes off. So I have my usual fears with the band made even worse with the new uncertainties faced at work. The old "thinking I'm dying - the world is ending" paranoia is still in full swing as well. So much for the diet, I got into a box of Whitmans Sampler candies left over from Xmas last night to deal with my stress. Can someone get me hooked on heroin please? (that's sarcasm BTW). And on top of my own misery, Cindy is hitting an all time low out there in Bumfuck, Arkansas. Her daughter lied to her all along about her college grades. I keep telling her it isn't her fault. What else could she do? She's over 18, she gave her complete trust. Time for the kid to face up to responsibilities. (Yes, I did notice the irony comparing it to my own pathetic existence. Just one quick note, you could never make me feel worse than I already do. I beat myself up far worse than any outsider could). On top of that, her job just keeps getting worse and worse. So there she is out there and here I am. Both completely miserable. We shine a little light on each other's life and we still can't act upon it. C'mon Brainy, get that internship in Wilmington, DE!
Well I'm done boring you to tears. Don't give up on me baby....I've already done that myself years ago...