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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

thetease

The tease is a delicate game.

There are so many out there where the male or female are tortured by another of great personality/looks and is constantly running after the carrot.

You get a text from them, they say lovely things that make you think, ‘OMG, omgomgomg!’ and you save all those texts or emails and re-read them everyday to be  reminded that the unrealistic, might turn to reality. *coughBULLcoughSHITcough* It’s hard, I know it. You need to delete that shit. They will lead you on and then  d i s s a p e a r .  Then you find out maybe a month later or so, oh, they’re in a relationship now, or they were always in a relationship, this equalling out to, they are a douchbag. But it doesn’t matter to you. You’re still in love them– from a distance, and always will be– from a distance.

The way one can survive tease magee, is to acknowledge the fact that your fantasy dream of you two being together or what have you, will NEVER happen. So many do not do this ,and end up being completely devastated, while the teaser is simply going on with life.

Either completely shut them down and end all forms of communication, or play their little game with confidence.

Hate this game.

 

-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

theroomatesarestealing

So I have only here a week and someone is already using my mouthwash, opened up a fresh package of bacon and ate some, went into my room and un-boxed my kitchen aid and put it in the kitchen, and put their little wash sponge on my bath container. ew.

Bacon isn’t a big deal, like if they Had asked I would’ve been like fuck ya take some. Mouth wash not so fucking much. Like they’re lucky I don’t have the Herpolie urpolies. Unboxing my 400$ mixer– ehhhh. I see what they were doing but I am fully capable/never asked for any side help. sponge, fine, whatever. But like, hi really?

I know these guys but we’re not like buddy buddy.. yeesh

I need to figure out a way to confront it with out pointing fingers and looking like an asshole.

 

one funny way/passive aggressive way would be to put ‘please ask rebecca’ stickers with maybe smiley faces too. Ha thatd be great and not so great.

I wont do it.

 

-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

 

seeingYourex’s[fat&ugly]gf/bf

I don’t find the relief in seeing an ex with someone who is fat and/or ugly. I can understand if they leave me for someone hot. Anyone could.

What I can’t understand is if they leave me for someone worse. Yes, they have lowered their standards perhaps… [not to sound full of myself or to judge other's tastes, but you know we all think this way, its only natural.] But it’s just like, hi, you left me for her?/him and then I would begin to wonder what in the whole wide world did they have that I didn’t. I was lovely and you had me.

Boggles my mind.

It’s like being given a bmw, but you trade it in for a taurus. no offense to taurus drivers. Like come on. And it’s even worse to me, if they go to that level and then come back for you, its like no way José. But we can’t help it sometimes when they do come back to us from the fugly, you feel as if you’ve won.  

 

B u t   y o u   h a v e n ‘ t .

 

-r

RUNrunRUN

YO, can I just say it’s my weekend and I haven’t slept in once yet. Yesterday I had to go to the doc’s , and today I am getting up at 8am to go running with my chef.

 

What the shit man. So dead tired. Tired I say, tired.

 

So yesterday was fun though. I hate when doctors are doing something awkward to you, and they feel like they have to talk to you about other shit to get your mind off of whatever awkward thing theyre doing, like checking your breasts for cancer. Like what is your favorite dessert? Whats your favorite thing to make, You like chocolate? It’s like, SHUT UP, I DONT KNOW, I DONT EVEN KNOW. Just do your thing and tell me wtf is wrong with me. Stop trying to make me feel “comfortable”. I’m just saying.

 

Then I hung out with the boy that gave me the “ultimatum*” for like 12 hours, pretty much lose track of time with the guy hence why i am so tired because I didn’t get to sleep till 2ish. He couldn’t really move because of his kidneys and stuff, so since he was out of work and it was my day off, not a bad day to ditch everyone else for this guy eh? which is exactly what I did. I’m a slight douche I knowwww.

 

I think I took 3 cabs yesterday. How fucking lazy is that. Wow. Terrible.

 

Okay, I cant be late for running yo.

 

-r

 

*see past entry relating to ultimatum to understand

punchTotheFace

Things that will cause you to get punched in the face..

 

When crossing the street when it is clearly my turn to do so, cars do the ‘Hey, I’m turning right on red and I don’t care if you’re crossing’ Yeah buddy, roll down your fucking window and I will punch you in the face. Rude.

When I’m getting coffee and you’re the fucking ‘barista’ and you’re just not taking your serious job seriously; so what happens, you’re off fucking around and doing whatever fucks do, I end up waiting like 20 minutes for a coffee, or you fuck up my size, or it’s just wrong. Yeah. Despicable.

Any hypocrite gets a punch in the face and/or gut.

People walking down the sidewalk, all spread out and slow. Oh em geeeee! I will uppercut you Then punch you.

 

One thing that won’t require any harmful contact: when someone, anyone just smiles at you–genuinely. 

 

-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

sooo//what2do0nmy21st

You want to be like Kate Moss??

 

BE YOURSELF!

ps. I’m tired and it’s my 21st. I don’t know what to drink to celebrate. Meh.

-r