i got soul, but i'm not a soldier
strange, easy days. almost frightening how smooth the last few days have been, being more of an administrator than an actual player at work. the chef i'm helping train has undergone a complete 180 since we canned his supposed sous last sunday, and i'm fully confident that he's gonna open the Louisville store with no real issues.
my own new chef here in Charlotte, on the other hand, has fit in seemlessly. he spotted the problem areas immediately and has already made an impact in only four days. he might end up being one of the best chefs i've ever worked with/for.
as my taking over Charlotte didn't happen due to a return to the original plan, which was to make sure that i knew this company inside and out, i had a brief conversation with my corporate chef today. apparently Atlanta has been bumped forward and they want to open by the end of the year, and our FBD wants me to be the front runner.
and i was just getting comfortable.
nothing is set in stone, and there's a lot of variables in play (i don't even know where to start) with this opening, and frankly if it were up to me in these uncertain times (my new favorite phrase) i wouldn't open up any more stores after Louisville, but i'm not in charge. this move is also entirely up to me as well, obviously, assuming it's formally offered in the first place.
i guess we'll see what happens. in the meantime i'm slowly rebuilding my life. i have a nice (for IKEA) set of bedroom furniture, kitchen crap (very important), and received a table and chairs from my GM today, despite being very great with child and on maternity leave until december. i'm making a trip up to columbus next week to not only finally pick up all the stuff i have stored at my dads', but also to see my cousin N who is paying his first visit to the states in ten years. he moved to the Chezch Republic in the early 90's and hasn't looked back.
but the personal life is still lacking. i lack any kind of confidence and just...i don't know, i can't go out at all. it's not that i'm turning anti-social or agoraphobic, i talk all the time and walk everywhere (did i mention the fact that i live in downtown Charlotte?). i just don't have the ability to move beyond this certain point right now.
i wake up with the lingering images of last nights dreams in my head, and they are all disturbing. people i grew up with, people i haven't seen or even thought about in years, strangers that i vaguely recognize...last night someone committed seppuku on themselves but was still able to take out the person that forced them into that before they died. it was pretty brutal for a dream. it's been stuck with me all day long, and it sucks because today was a really good day.
at least it didn't ruin the day for me.
my own new chef here in Charlotte, on the other hand, has fit in seemlessly. he spotted the problem areas immediately and has already made an impact in only four days. he might end up being one of the best chefs i've ever worked with/for.
as my taking over Charlotte didn't happen due to a return to the original plan, which was to make sure that i knew this company inside and out, i had a brief conversation with my corporate chef today. apparently Atlanta has been bumped forward and they want to open by the end of the year, and our FBD wants me to be the front runner.
and i was just getting comfortable.
nothing is set in stone, and there's a lot of variables in play (i don't even know where to start) with this opening, and frankly if it were up to me in these uncertain times (my new favorite phrase) i wouldn't open up any more stores after Louisville, but i'm not in charge. this move is also entirely up to me as well, obviously, assuming it's formally offered in the first place.
i guess we'll see what happens. in the meantime i'm slowly rebuilding my life. i have a nice (for IKEA) set of bedroom furniture, kitchen crap (very important), and received a table and chairs from my GM today, despite being very great with child and on maternity leave until december. i'm making a trip up to columbus next week to not only finally pick up all the stuff i have stored at my dads', but also to see my cousin N who is paying his first visit to the states in ten years. he moved to the Chezch Republic in the early 90's and hasn't looked back.
but the personal life is still lacking. i lack any kind of confidence and just...i don't know, i can't go out at all. it's not that i'm turning anti-social or agoraphobic, i talk all the time and walk everywhere (did i mention the fact that i live in downtown Charlotte?). i just don't have the ability to move beyond this certain point right now.
i wake up with the lingering images of last nights dreams in my head, and they are all disturbing. people i grew up with, people i haven't seen or even thought about in years, strangers that i vaguely recognize...last night someone committed seppuku on themselves but was still able to take out the person that forced them into that before they died. it was pretty brutal for a dream. it's been stuck with me all day long, and it sucks because today was a really good day.
at least it didn't ruin the day for me.
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