your latest trick

doing a bit of cleaning up, late nite style. it happens. for whatever reason this Dire Straits album makes me think of better, harder, less easy, yet more difficult times. i listened to this on repeat whenever i had a big paper due.

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so i'm quasi in like with this girl in DC. one part of me says throw it away. the other half says run with it, nothing to lose.

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on the debriefing with my AD this last Friday he actually posed the question: would you take over the Arlington kitchen?

in my half asleep state i replied, I happen to like Charlotte a lot.

but let me ponder it over the weekend.

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exact words. and here i am, listening to f'n Dire Straits, 15 years after i discover it helps me think through shit, and, well, i may be in DC this week.

but not for work.

we chase these days down

D.C. i don't even know what to say anymore. been here long enough i get the people, the places, the insanity of it. so frustrating, the level of business that we see. the lone patron that we had at 1:00 p.m. yesterday summed it up well: food is good, place is great, why aren't you packed like everyone else on this street?

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i'm beaten down, killed by everything here. no motivation on the part of the staff, if not for the GM nothing would get done, and i run in circles putting out fires. i honestly don't know what to do to make this place work, aside from shutting down and retraining and starting from scratch. i spent half of Sunday just reorganizing the storage room...and only touched half of it.

i'm on all this week, even working on my final day here, which sucks. there is so much that needs done here and the surface has barely been scratched. if there was a way to duplicate myself it would be done, but...

the KM that we interviewed took a job with another company. what corporate doesn't understand is that they are going to have to suffer an initial loss for future gains.

if they really want to turn it around...

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swing life away...

99 problems

you can fill in the blanks.

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here in Arlington for three more weeks. walked into a situation ten times worse than was here two months ago. no organization, no structure, food is wrong on a catastrophic level, and service is abyssimal. and i'm not looking up the word to see if it's spelled right.

frustration builds every day. you can't rebuild business and success overnight, but that's what corporate wants. it doesn't happen, it can't happen, and i have constant pressure from both my AD and GM. sucks more than is possible.

i need to revamp the cleaning schedule, how we set our line, our prep, reorganize all the coolers, reorganize dry goods, redo the order guides, and essentially retrain the entire kitchen staff because so much is wrong and sucks balls that i can't believe it came to this.

what. the. fuck.

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i did have to make the call this morning to work. late. all of five minutes. i was sure it was going to be 30. i was in SE DC. yes, it was a good nite, better than before but still lacking according to my standards. and we're txting back and forth, so things are good.

and she reads. stupid stuff like that makes it good. well, that and the scratches. nothing like a reminder of the previous nite to make you laugh.

i do this for me, remember. i did at least realize i need to start working out again. good God...i thought i was going to die after five minutes behind her.

that and i need to upgrade my underwear selection again. and somehow, i just couldn't figure her bra claspe out. first time for everything. it made me feel only slightly better when she just slipped it off. uh, ok.

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yes, i'm turning into a whore. but i like it.

i have Tom Petty's "the waiting" stuck in my head, and it applys to far too many things now.