Summer Is Half Over

That awkward moment when my mother reads a steamy sex poem of mine. At least I have one fan...

And that is how this blog begins. As I do my usual 2 am writing. All caused by my schedule ( closing) at the restaurant.

Speaking of the restaurant..boy have we been having some trouble keeping good employees. Well, employees at all for that matter. We've gone through quite a few in the past two months. This recent guy is around 40 years old and has another job at boston pizza. It's kind of well known in the restaurant industry that BP is well..just bad. I won't eat there..and i'm serious. I won't eat at BP or Smittys. Sorry for the bad promo boys. There's probably more I could add to that list..ahem..but I won't. But then again you'll catch me at mcdonalds or burger king late at night fucked out of my face. The difference is the expectation and pricing. You see, when I go to mcdonalds or BK I know i'm getting greasy food at a cheap price..and it's quick. At BP they try and convince the guest they are the "experts" on wings. And the pizza sucks..your whole name is Boston Pizza and you can't even get pizza down? Anyways..

Dude is from BP and he's taking on CCBG as a second job. Second-job people always sketch me out. I'm always thinking of where their loyalties lie and if they are going to show up for a shift. You know..cross scheduling and stuff like that. Exhaustion can sometimes rule over money.

This is all irrelevant to why I brought him up. He definitely has some sort of condition..i'm thinking Aspergers. He speaks in such a low voice that I have to turn my ear right up to his face to hear him. And he's completely against any sort of constructive criticism. We're not all bad at CCBG..we're nice when we tell you you're wrong. Just fix the problem. It's like dude! It's your first month! Give yourself some time and absorb knowledge! But nope. Today he threw a clone tantrum to the one he threw the day before. And he's 40 years old. But then again he's 40 years old and making the same amount of money as me...I don't mean to judge. I'm not a judgemental guy. But i'm gonna fucking judge and wonder why you're a basically minimum wage line cook at 40.

(Currently picturing myself at 40 in a nice sports car and bikini clad babe..oh and a yellow lab..there must be a yellow lab)

Is he going to last? Doubt it.

We'll see if he even shows up tomorrow. 

Today I looked for a desk. And by look-I really mean I browsed an antique store looking at cool shit. If I was a woman I'd totally rock an old school vanity set and do my makeup in front of the mirror. Or if I was filming horror that would be a must-have.

Tomorrow i'm getting my eyebrows threaded..yes I "manscape". And I close at the restaurant yet again. Another shift with ------ and so we'll see if I can instill some youthful inspiration in him.

Over and out.

dr