I sure am gassy this morning
I wish we could title each blog posting. if we could, that would be the title of this one. i'm attempting to write a blog a day. y'know, organize my thoughts, vent to the masses (the one or two that'll ever bother to read this), so i can try to keep the crazy in check. i'm an angry man. choices, and all that...make a bad one a few years ago, and here i am. word...
i just at the worst, rubbery, salty, nasty hashbrowns i've ever tasted in my life. i need to learn how to cook. i blame my parents. the most i ever made when i was a kid was baked chicken, meatloaf, and....well, my Grandfather (R.I.P.) taught me how to make some brilliant lasanga, which was my favorite as a child whenever i'd visit him and Grandman in florida, but i haven't bothered to try and make it myself since i was 13. I think i'll have to look that up, make it for my parents and sister some day.
i think before work i''ll head down to Earl's at Park Meadows. i've been told they're always hiring and its easy to move in that comany. not that i'd wanna live my life there, but i wanna get away from helping stupid people at the counter but still work in a restaurant. maybe i'll start on the line and move on from there...christ i hope they have full time shifts. <===thats a robot?
yay. i get to manage nicolo's tonight. could be fun. could be awful. wish that one chick was working, not the other one. ugh... then i've got to work open to close at Tamale Kitchen tomorrow. should be about as fun as smelling my own farts, .which i'm doing right now. Big Bills sure is good to eat, but man it doesn't make for a polite morning. good thing the roommates out. i wonder if thats why the cat's in the other room?
well, that's today's therapy session. i'm praying for an e-mail from a restaurant that needs an immediate manager to join their "team" (i prefer the term crew, but whatever...team sounds so "corporate" and "faggy"), or a call from my friend Monti telling me to pack my shit and move up to Ft Collins 'cause she and her husband will be opening a restaurant. oh well...off to the gym!!! that's my angry tough-guy "let's work out and get buff and I'MAMAN face)
I wish we could title each blog posting. if we could, that would be the title of this one. i'm attempting to write a blog a day. y'know, organize my thoughts, vent to the masses (the one or two that'll ever bother to read this), so i can try to keep the crazy in check. i'm an angry man. choices, and all that...make a bad one a few years ago, and here i am. word...
i just at the worst, rubbery, salty, nasty hashbrowns i've ever tasted in my life. i need to learn how to cook. i blame my parents. the most i ever made when i was a kid was baked chicken, meatloaf, and....well, my Grandfather (R.I.P.) taught me how to make some brilliant lasanga, which was my favorite as a child whenever i'd visit him and Grandman in florida, but i haven't bothered to try and make it myself since i was 13. I think i'll have to look that up, make it for my parents and sister some day.
i think before work i''ll head down to Earl's at Park Meadows. i've been told they're always hiring and its easy to move in that comany. not that i'd wanna live my life there, but i wanna get away from helping stupid people at the counter but still work in a restaurant. maybe i'll start on the line and move on from there...christ i hope they have full time shifts. <===thats a robot?
yay. i get to manage nicolo's tonight. could be fun. could be awful. wish that one chick was working, not the other one. ugh... then i've got to work open to close at Tamale Kitchen tomorrow. should be about as fun as smelling my own farts, .which i'm doing right now. Big Bills sure is good to eat, but man it doesn't make for a polite morning. good thing the roommates out. i wonder if thats why the cat's in the other room?
well, that's today's therapy session. i'm praying for an e-mail from a restaurant that needs an immediate manager to join their "team" (i prefer the term crew, but whatever...team sounds so "corporate" and "faggy"), or a call from my friend Monti telling me to pack my shit and move up to Ft Collins 'cause she and her husband will be opening a restaurant. oh well...off to the gym!!! that's my angry tough-guy "let's work out and get buff and I'MAMAN face)