Employed

Listening: I was dreamin' when I wrote this. Forgive me if it goes astray. But when I woke up there this mornin', could've sworn it was Judgment Day.
What's my problem? Snow... and its bastard son slush.

Last night and the greater part of yesterday was spent waiting for a phone call. The chef there who was self-admittedly ADD told me that he would call me and would let me know about the job yesterday. Apparently, he forgot.

Originally, I was planning on waiting until nine in the evening yesterday to call if he didn't call. That got pushed back until after service, and, again, got pushed back to this morning.

I woke up this morning at nine in the morning. I was surprisingly well-rested. I left the lights off and relished in the perfect temperature that it was under my covers with only my head poking out. I felt like I was in a sensory deprivation tank. It was nice. It was one of the nicest wake-ups that I've had since being back in America, and strangely, there was no daylight involved.

At ten in the morning, I got a text from a friend asking what had happened about the job. At eleven o'clock, I called and left a message for the chef. At a quarter past eleven, I got a skype from my friend in Russia. At noon, I got a call back from the chef saying that he flaked and that he gave the job to the friend of one of the cooks. And at three past noon, I e-mailed the chef at Island Creek Oyster Bar saying that I would take the position. A quarter past noon, I had my first shift lined up.

So, there it is. Thursday, I start at Island Creek Oyster Bar. This isn't without interesting twists. See, the reason that they were hiring at Ten Tables, is because the sous-chef there will be leaving to open up the Ten Tables in Provincetown. From what the chef at Ten Tables says, he's interested in maybe having me go down there to help open up the new joint as well, possibly as a sous. Who know what'll happen. It's a good three months away, I think. Never know though.

Anyways, here I am. Employed now. I'm at Mr. Crepe in Davis Square, trying to survive off of two bars of free wifi, because I'm too damn cheap to pay the eight dollars for a day of service.

Not much more to say other than that. I'm wondering how long I'm going to stay here. I should probably buy some groceries on the walk home too. I wish there was something to do today that was exciting and productive. Shoveling snow doesn't count. That's the beauty of renting in an apartment building with a management company. You never have to do it.