when jesus walked

and i'm watching this movie on hbo, just married or something like that, the one with the guy from the office and robin williams as the minister. i tone out most of it because i'm doing the ny times crossword (old habits...) but i pick up on the lead girls' name 5 minutes from the end and all i can think about is my mom. my great grandfather engraved her girl scout knife with the same name: Sadie.

fuck this noise. i just got done with inventory at midnight and i get to open at 9 tomorrow. plus i'm off wed/thurs this week and will have the pleasure of coming in on both days because the owners are coming in town and they're gonna want to talk. we've got all costs under control, inventory is down, food cost and labor is down, and we continually exceed our bugetary sales. nothing rocks my world like going into the weekend being up in food sales and almost 3 points down in labor.

but i'm done with the numbers after the last two weeks. short staffed, idiocy running amok, 86ing food that we have no reason to be out of, i'm done with it. at my last job i worked hard to just get our inventory down to 13k. i've been finishing out the last two weeks at barely over 10k, and we do twice the amount of sales here. can't do this bs anymore, and i'm really getting tired of being the second bananna.

there has been no forward progress in my elevation to exec. chef, and if i'm going to be responsible for it there needs to be the payoff. i'm not going to put my job on the line for something i'm not truely responsible for.