hey nineteen

last monday, the Great Mexican Walkout of 2006, went off without a hitch, aside from the fact that since i put in 16 hours that day, and coupling it with our useless and pointless management meeting on Thursday (two hours in length consisting of 15 minutes of useful information) i spent 72 hours locked inside these four walls.

damn i need an editor.

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i've been reminded yet again this past week of why i hate being management (again). i don't have the patience for coddling peoples emotions and egos. my nighttime supervisor said he didn't want to be so anymore and it only took a few solid days of long, back and forth talks to get him to see that we're really not asking all that much of him and (the biggest problem) if his fellow cooks don't want to listen to him, tell me and i'll take care of them myself.

good grief. this kitchen has a lot of machismo but they all act like five year olds so much it makes me wonder if i'm running a daycare.

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ultra close to finally getting permanent digs here. yeah, i've been here over seven months. don't ask.

Everest

my entire kitchen staff is mexican, with the exception of one guy, and in light of the recent protests, marches, etc, that have been taking place across the nation during the past month in regards to the new immigration laws and what not, i'm having to be just a little more sensative to their needs and requests. even better though is what i'm calling the National Mexican Walk-Off Day, April 10. my kitchen staff will be composed this monday entirely of management, as well as the chef from the Algonquin store and one of his supervisors. on one hand i think it's pretty funny, but whatever.

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find myself swinging from a happy-go-lucky approach to life to hating everything. it's probably got a lot to do with a complete lack of a social life right now and (even worse) no woman in my life. after almost two years of being in (albeit bizarre) relationships i'm finding that not having it there really, really sucks.

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but hey, working 12 hours a day keeps my attention diverted, right?