Listening: Time won't give me time and time makes lovers feel like they've got something real.
What's my problem? Not enough time in the... week?
So I've been working a lot and I've been living life on my day off.
Today I went to the tailor to get some pants hemmed and some stuff dry cleaned. I bought a pair of fashion friendly waterproof boots. I had dinner with Mona, Manni and Mona's friend come my friend Adam. And I had drinks with Katherine. It was a day well spent but the blog is suffering.
I SWEAR one of these nights I'll write a real blog. I SWEAR. Promise. Cross my heart and hope to never eat foie again if I don't. You know how big that is.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
The Cool Guy
Listening: Oh, then, complain and pray more from above, greedy little pig. Stop just watch your world trickle away.
What's my problem? Still early mornings.
The last two days of service have been downright awesome.
Today we broke down a whole pig. It was awesome.
Two front of the house people referred to me as the cool guy in the kitchen. Not that I'm letting that go to my head.
Tomorrow, we shall get our asses handed to us. It's gonna be busy.
What's my problem? Still early mornings.
The last two days of service have been downright awesome.
Today we broke down a whole pig. It was awesome.
Two front of the house people referred to me as the cool guy in the kitchen. Not that I'm letting that go to my head.
Tomorrow, we shall get our asses handed to us. It's gonna be busy.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Another Short Post
Listening: Because the wind is high it blows my mind... because the wind is high....
What's my problem? The bus.
Sorry about my lack of posts as of late. I've been working a lot. I mean a. lot.
I have never worked in a restaurant where I have had to be into work before noon. I guess that there were some days on Nantucket where I was in the kitchen at half past eleven when I knew that there was a ton of shit to do, but it was never the hard and fast rule.
At this new job, I'm supposed to be in at ten in the morning. Ugh. I don't think I've made it yet, but I'm always on top of my work, that's for sure. I always get my shit done on time. All of my stuff is nice. It makes me question being work at ten in the morning and working straight through until half past ten or eleven o'clock (or that one night where we were working until three in the morning) without a break. How is this possible?
Another interesting thing about this new place is that I am the positive one. It's like I'm the guy who works there who has rainbows shooting from his belly button. There's the chef who is pretty even keeled. He's a realist, but as the owner as well, he has worries and nerves about things. The sous chef is kind of high strung. He gets pissed off when things don't work out exactly as he wants them to. He's easily upset. But, me... Well, aside from the first half an hour once I walk through the door, I'm all sunshine and lollipops. I do my best to make sure that the both smile at least once a day by saying something sick or juvenile. I'm the muthafuckin' candy stripe cook.
I know that the front of the house folks like me a lot there. One of them flat out told me that I was her favorite in the kitchen. Chef's sister and I have a good rapport going on. She's constantly teasing me about the fact that I walk around with a citrus reamer in my bag, and I'm constantly teasing her about the fact that she's always looking for my reamer. It's a sick dirty joke that makes us both giggle a bit.
Aside from the fact that due to the large number of hours that I have been working, my plan of reclaiming my social life upon returning to Boston has been derailed, things are pretty okay in my life. I'm tired, not from the long hours, but the early hours. The prepping is difficult, but the line cooking, for me, is easy.
I say this sentence in regards to a lot of things and people in my life: "I believe in the project." And it seems that the statement, again, applies to my current job. I believe in the project. I do see flaws, but I'm low man on the kitchen totem pole (again). It's not my place. All I can do is follow orders, cook good food, feed people, and make people happy or make them smile a little bit. (Can you see the rainbows shooting from my belly button now?)
I'll have a more detailed post about Vegas later. I just finished uploading the pictures and video, but it's far too late, and I'm far too tired to write about it now. I can only really lay back, watch some TV and go to sleep.
What's my problem? The bus.
Sorry about my lack of posts as of late. I've been working a lot. I mean a. lot.
I have never worked in a restaurant where I have had to be into work before noon. I guess that there were some days on Nantucket where I was in the kitchen at half past eleven when I knew that there was a ton of shit to do, but it was never the hard and fast rule.
At this new job, I'm supposed to be in at ten in the morning. Ugh. I don't think I've made it yet, but I'm always on top of my work, that's for sure. I always get my shit done on time. All of my stuff is nice. It makes me question being work at ten in the morning and working straight through until half past ten or eleven o'clock (or that one night where we were working until three in the morning) without a break. How is this possible?
Another interesting thing about this new place is that I am the positive one. It's like I'm the guy who works there who has rainbows shooting from his belly button. There's the chef who is pretty even keeled. He's a realist, but as the owner as well, he has worries and nerves about things. The sous chef is kind of high strung. He gets pissed off when things don't work out exactly as he wants them to. He's easily upset. But, me... Well, aside from the first half an hour once I walk through the door, I'm all sunshine and lollipops. I do my best to make sure that the both smile at least once a day by saying something sick or juvenile. I'm the muthafuckin' candy stripe cook.
I know that the front of the house folks like me a lot there. One of them flat out told me that I was her favorite in the kitchen. Chef's sister and I have a good rapport going on. She's constantly teasing me about the fact that I walk around with a citrus reamer in my bag, and I'm constantly teasing her about the fact that she's always looking for my reamer. It's a sick dirty joke that makes us both giggle a bit.
Aside from the fact that due to the large number of hours that I have been working, my plan of reclaiming my social life upon returning to Boston has been derailed, things are pretty okay in my life. I'm tired, not from the long hours, but the early hours. The prepping is difficult, but the line cooking, for me, is easy.
I say this sentence in regards to a lot of things and people in my life: "I believe in the project." And it seems that the statement, again, applies to my current job. I believe in the project. I do see flaws, but I'm low man on the kitchen totem pole (again). It's not my place. All I can do is follow orders, cook good food, feed people, and make people happy or make them smile a little bit. (Can you see the rainbows shooting from my belly button now?)
I'll have a more detailed post about Vegas later. I just finished uploading the pictures and video, but it's far too late, and I'm far too tired to write about it now. I can only really lay back, watch some TV and go to sleep.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Long Days
Listening: I'm taking what they're giving 'cause I'm workin' for a livin'.
What's my problem? I hate being at work at ten o'clock in the morning.
It's three in the morning and I just got home from work. I didn't even go out after work. Sunuva....
What's my problem? I hate being at work at ten o'clock in the morning.
It's three in the morning and I just got home from work. I didn't even go out after work. Sunuva....
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Quick, Quick, Quick
Listening: Slippin’ in my faith until I fall. You never returned that call. Woman, open the door. Don't let it sting. I wanna breathe that fire again.
What's my problem? I gotta go to WORK tomorrow.
So I'm in the Vegas airport, waiting for my plane to board in just under an hour. I am tapped out. Tired.
A few highlights until I drop down the meaty post.
I drank a lot.
Maroon 5 was okay, but Jason Segel was HILARIOUS.
The Palms was swank in the lobby, but Mandalay Bay was swank all over.
The Aria is the freaking nicest (and newest) joint on the strip.
There are a high number of free skanks in Vegas. I never did see any pay skanks.
Mike Matusow the poker player wears a fanny pack... LAME!
Josh Koscheck looks just as scuzzy in person, but is a really nice humble guy.
People in Vegas wait in serious lines for clubs.
I was down $200 from playing Ultimate Hold 'Em.
I recovered and was up as much as $600 from playin War (yes, the kid's game).
I spent $300+ on a meal... it was well worth the price.
I saw The Beatles' Cirque du Soleil show "Love."
I fear being a bag of shit for work tomorrow.
There will be a lot of pictures to come, but for now, that's all I got for you.
What's my problem? I gotta go to WORK tomorrow.
So I'm in the Vegas airport, waiting for my plane to board in just under an hour. I am tapped out. Tired.
A few highlights until I drop down the meaty post.
I drank a lot.
Maroon 5 was okay, but Jason Segel was HILARIOUS.
The Palms was swank in the lobby, but Mandalay Bay was swank all over.
The Aria is the freaking nicest (and newest) joint on the strip.
There are a high number of free skanks in Vegas. I never did see any pay skanks.
Mike Matusow the poker player wears a fanny pack... LAME!
Josh Koscheck looks just as scuzzy in person, but is a really nice humble guy.
People in Vegas wait in serious lines for clubs.
I was down $200 from playing Ultimate Hold 'Em.
I recovered and was up as much as $600 from playin War (yes, the kid's game).
I spent $300+ on a meal... it was well worth the price.
I saw The Beatles' Cirque du Soleil show "Love."
I fear being a bag of shit for work tomorrow.
There will be a lot of pictures to come, but for now, that's all I got for you.
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