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.