Half the man I used to be
At 5:44 I set my alarm for noon. I woke to that song. I hate STP, although I do have a place for Interstate Love Song. but don't we all.
I ate some cold pizza while I sorted the cobwebs out of my brain. Next song on the radio was "Since I've been loving you". Perfect. Downed the remains of last nights' Jamo, and checked my face in the bathroom.
Not good, not bad. Flipped the mental coin to see if I risk shaving off the scruff. Good guys won, I turned on the shower. Sixty minutes later ive been waiting for the train for 30 minutes. I give up and call a cab.
In-between the cab and my interview I talk with a headhunter. First time for everything on a Saturday I suppose. Maybe it worked in my favor. Later that day he wants to FB me. Why not? I have nothing to lose.
Interview was pointless. Talked with the a.m. sous. Chef wasn't even in the building. I did what I could, small talk, previous experience, etc, whatever. Literally. Whatever. Only pertinent info was that neither he nor exec went to culinary. I guess I'm not the last of my kind, working my way up the chain of command despite not having that piece of paper.
Again. Whatever.
And I finally got home. Dazed. Still in shock? I don't know. Had a conversation with Laura two weeks ago regarding how she has cut off all contact with her mom and dad. I guess I couldn't see the writing on the wall.
I ate some cold pizza while I sorted the cobwebs out of my brain. Next song on the radio was "Since I've been loving you". Perfect. Downed the remains of last nights' Jamo, and checked my face in the bathroom.
Not good, not bad. Flipped the mental coin to see if I risk shaving off the scruff. Good guys won, I turned on the shower. Sixty minutes later ive been waiting for the train for 30 minutes. I give up and call a cab.
In-between the cab and my interview I talk with a headhunter. First time for everything on a Saturday I suppose. Maybe it worked in my favor. Later that day he wants to FB me. Why not? I have nothing to lose.
Interview was pointless. Talked with the a.m. sous. Chef wasn't even in the building. I did what I could, small talk, previous experience, etc, whatever. Literally. Whatever. Only pertinent info was that neither he nor exec went to culinary. I guess I'm not the last of my kind, working my way up the chain of command despite not having that piece of paper.
Again. Whatever.
And I finally got home. Dazed. Still in shock? I don't know. Had a conversation with Laura two weeks ago regarding how she has cut off all contact with her mom and dad. I guess I couldn't see the writing on the wall.
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