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.
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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.
posted by jersn at 11:54 PM
6 Comments:
Hooker.
I'm just jealous.
i explained the dual scratches on my arm as leftovers. i think i may have a hookup for three weeks. Thank God. about time i maybe had something good come out of these trips everywhere.
abysmal
fuck you JP
Love you, man.
in other words, i'm fucked. but i think i like her. shit goddamn love. her.
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