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The new girl at work blows. not only is she super slow and its been over a month already, but shes also a bit numb. She told a couple coworkers, that warm water in a warm plastic bottle can give you cancer, I feel that’s a bit exaggerated. When someone told her to label something, she turned to them and said, can you show me how? Christ! She went to culinary school, that’s one of the main things you learn and do every day! She didn’t know what a lowboy was. Like, talk about green. Sure this is her first restaurant job, mine too, but I didn’t have anyone to hold my hand. My department doesn’t have 2 people working nights and she does, so shes “lucky”. And no gives her hell, they just pick up the slack and do mas trabajo then they should be. Drives me bananas.She may never make it in the restaurant world, only thing on her side is her mediocre looks.. I could go on about how terrible she is But I shan’t. Other than that, shes a lovely girl.

Other rant would be that I hate when people stroll into work in jeans. You forgot your chef pants?? UHHH, go back home or buy a new pair. Like, this is not Chile’s, or fucking Taco Bell– actuallllly, I bet Taco Bell or BK have strict rules about attire, and not only that–they match! You are working in a 3 star restaurant, for an IRON chef and you are wearing  jeans??? WHO ARE YOU? Unacceptable.

I really need the G1, but it’s still, what? a gillion pennies? or $350ish? $170 if you get a plan with it. Ridiculous.

The boy and I. Well–I like him a ton, still not sure if it’s for the right reasons, but he is amazing. All the little things he remembers and does for me to make me feel better and to show he loves me. out of this world. I have never had this before. What I need now is a wall that’s not made by an amateur so that when we shack up I don’t disturb my roommates, oy. I know I have too. How embarrassing.

I’m sure there is mas, but time is not on my side kids. Until then..

 

-r

.the.background2.the.Cr@ve//part1

I am still in absolute shock. Absolute fucking shock.
I have this friend at work, worked with him for about a year and never really had a conversation. Then one day I decide to go up to him and ask him what his goals are in life, being that no one at work knows anything about him. What does he plan to do after working here, where did he grow up, why this, and why that..

We end up forming a friendship. We found that we share one goal, and that’s to travel the world. We both don’t have anyone to travel with us, so we have then created that bond.

We hang out, play Super Mario, try new restaurants, walk around the city looking for new bakeries, cooking at my apartment. It’s good. I enjoy his company. I usually am friends with guys more so than girls.. so this is natural to me.

I fucked up one time because I let him stay in my bed, which led to some intense crave for each others affection. I personally got over it for the most part. I haven’t been this single  e v e r r r r r r , so I was feeling a bit lonely and he was the filler. Mind you, I was very up front about how I didn’t want a relationship and this was just play time.. and I figured that most guys would have appreciated that. Right or wrong? He replied, “I understand, that’s fine.”

It’s only been a month give or take that our friendship has taken form..

So what hit me last night turned my life upside down– went fucking right out of the ballpark.. and maybe into outer-space…..
more to continue.

-r

thesituationWmr.ronburgandy

Ron Burgundy+I..

ok, well a few weeks ago we went out for drinks after work and we were having a good time as usual, chat chitting and whatnot. we are discussing our upcoming weekend where we had plans to cook dinner and go out afterwards. We were excited because we haven’t done that since our friendship started.

I say to him, ‘hey, since I live in Brooklyn and were cooking at my place– are we going out in Brooklyn, because if so, you can crash at my place for the night. I have a pull out couch with sheets and everything.’

he replies, ‘yeah that’s what I figured we’d do. uhh I’m not sleeping on the couch I’ll tell you that right now.’

wtf. I’m like, yeah you are, and hes like no I’m not. and this went back and fourth for a bit. i was dead fucking serious too. I was like no Ron- this is out of line, inappropriate, and ridiculous. and I finally said. fine you can sleep in my bed, ILL sleep on the couch.

it’s like, guy– get a clue. I was so pissed at him for that. he’s such a great guy too. I was to be quite honest, let down and disappointed he had put me in that situation.

more to follow this event.

-r

itsbeenawhile..

things to update you on:

my work schedule changed. boooo/yaay

trust fund baby and I finally hung out to plan our yearlong trip around the world and then ate at morimoto and saw the man himself cooking..

me and the ex are finally final. im 99% sure [more on that on another day]

ive finally gone off the radar again in terms of going out and partying/drinking. oy vey.

me and ron burgandy are talking again.

we’re finally changing the dessert menu.

me and sun are already planning our thanksgiving menu.

been looking for a 2nd job.

i cant remember anything else right now.

xo

 

-r

chocolatebuttercream+passiveaggressive

So today at work, I made a white chocolate butter cream into a dark chocolate butter cream. Why? Because the white tasted like shit. Perhaps it was because “it was a couple days old”, but.. I doubt  that

 

I ask my fellow co-worker, if there was enough chocolate in it, “taste this, what do you think? Enough chocolate?”

 

Makes a face at me. [??]

 

“what? I don’t know what that face means..”

 

Pauses, looks at me and says something along the lines of: “Ohhh it’s perrrrrfect. You are like the next Jacques Torres! We should put this on the menu! Oh my god, amazing. You are so good. Wow, Mike, come try this, what do you think? It’s amazing huh? Tastes Grrreat! ”

 

I just flat out say, “you’re a dick, you are such a dick. A dick with a capital D.”

 

Then he gets all confused. Whatever. Like fuck you man. I asked a simple question and you gave me sarcastic bullshit. go fuck yourself, I am in a working environment asking a work related question. So I gave him mean eyes and didn’t hang around. [I didn't say those words exactly, hence the non existent quotation marks.]

 

Anyway, I made pretty damn good vanilla cupcakes with the chocolate butter cream. Shazam, delicioso* Well what I really did was cut the tops off like it was a muffin top, iced the cupcakes, then put the tops on slanted and 10xed it a bit. I am a crafty lady.

 

*spanish?

 

-r

 

time\s_t|cking

Oh em gee.

 

So me and my coworker are going to try and compete in a pastry competition; applications, with the recipes, and picture of the final product are due the 12 of May. Um, it’s almost the 5th soooooo Im freakin’ out.

 

I was looking at the previous years contestants, and they are goooooood, with a capital G. wow. Professionalsx9074509875340975498. Like, I want to win so bad, or atleast make it to top 5 finalist. I don’t know though. Being an anal perfectionist, I dont know. My friend says to ‘just have fun!’ yea okay, whatever, I wanna win bitch. [not her, but in general]

I suppose it will be a ‘good experience’. Now I need phenominal inspiration. yowzas. gimmie gimmie.

 

 

fingers crossed!

 

-r

youGottabeFuckingkiddingMe

I went to bed with the heat on, I woke up with the heat on, I am now home from work and the heat is still on. PORRRRRQUE?!?! it’s 70F out, kill the heat yo, you’re just abusing my rent money damnit. I don’t wanna be roasted and become someones sandwhich meat.

 

Unless there was mayo, then okay, fine.

 

-r

WhatTheNacho?!

I am eating torilla chips and terrible fake guacamole because I have no groceries what-so-everrrrr.

 

okay,  I have a box of cheerios, BUT, with milk that went bad like 5 weeks ago. No bueno.

I’m too poor to buy shit, I need the $$$ for my new apt. that I hope to have by June/ish. Oh woe is me.

I need a short, cheap list of foods. If only I didn’t work at a 3-star restaurant, I wouldn’t be so picky or snobbish. Ffffffffffffuck.

–r

ohh/chef..

So I have been rather frustrated with the fact that I wanted to come in on one of my days off to help out in kitchen where I work, but on the savory side. I’ve always been a terrible cook, and I only took the pastry course. I was willing to work for free too. But I told my pastry chef and she said she wouldn’t allow it. Her explanation consisted of me needing balance in my life, how I already spend atleast 60hours there, and that I should enjoy my time off, and do non-cooking things.

But I want to learn, hands on. Sure I can read, but I am more of the type that needs to actually do it to retain it and understand. So then I had to tell my other chef that I couldnt come in, and so that chef flipped out, because it seemed strange and unfair to deny someone of learning. It’s like, hey, free help man. wtf.

I even had another chef I know tell me that my chef may be telling me no because she has other plans for me. That I could be be ruining my chances at a raise (which is already overdue) or promotion in the future. That my chef may feel like I have betrayed her. That she may feel like, oh no, what if she leaves pastry for savory. I’m a pretty loyal person, I just like to learn all that I can when the opprotunity and chances are available, especially since I know everyone already and the kitchen layout and they like me, and it’s not like I have to pay to go to school and learn this stuff. I have the chance to learn it right there where I work, with people who are willing to take the time and teach me. This other chef even told me that it’s people like me, that try and learn everything and they end up losing focus and thats why they dont move up and become leaders–this was mostly directed towards women. Okay, with that being said, I guess I should stop cooking dinner at home, because it’s savory, and I could be losing focus. I say fuck that bullshit. Fuck it. Such horse shit.

 

Anyhoo. I won’t disrespect my chef, but I will say it was a surprise to me that it wasnt a universal response..

 

-r