I still don't know what I was waiting for...
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
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So. Goodbye to DC. Goodbye to Southern MD. See ya sometime Eastern Market. Hopefully sooner rather than later.
Hello Savannah, GA.
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Moved south on September 20. Funds running out, last ditch effort to get at least somewhat solvent has proven fruitful at least somewhat promising so far. After four days of pounding the pavement and trying to recall what it's like to just walk into a place I've never been and ask "Are you accepting applications at this time?" I was essentially hired on the spot a week after coming down here.
Nothing great, it's a Greek/Italian restaurant, leaning more towards the Greek, but the owner/operator (O/O) is much more in tune to the business than I expected. If anything, this is the kind of hourly position I was hoping to get when I was floundering in DC but never came across. It's giving me time to get my saute and grill skills back up to where they need to be, but also re-evaluate my own work philosophy. I'm finding that my time spent getting my accounting skills beyond where they need to be was making my ability to just plain -cook- has taken its toll. On the other hand, it helps that the O/O is patient and realizes that I am essentially a sponge right now, and as long as he continues to show/tell me how the dish is supposed to be prepared I'm going to make sure it's done right.
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I'm living with my aunt. It's a bit embarrassing to be inching closer to 37 and realizing that if not for the kindness of older relatives I'd be out of house and home. Taking responsibility for the financials of a restaurant vs. the financials for my own personal well-being has escaped me over the years. It'd be one thing if I had something to show for it I suppose but all I'm left with now is a head full of what a good profit & loss sheet looks like, how to properly manage a tight budget for a low (and high) profit restaurant, and lose it all and be left with nothing more than some books and some bad habits to beat down.
And maybe, a new perspective on how to proper run my own life as well as a business.
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Every time I thought I'd got it made...
A million dead-end streets
*
So. Goodbye to DC. Goodbye to Southern MD. See ya sometime Eastern Market. Hopefully sooner rather than later.
Hello Savannah, GA.
*
Moved south on September 20. Funds running out, last ditch effort to get at least somewhat solvent has proven fruitful at least somewhat promising so far. After four days of pounding the pavement and trying to recall what it's like to just walk into a place I've never been and ask "Are you accepting applications at this time?" I was essentially hired on the spot a week after coming down here.
Nothing great, it's a Greek/Italian restaurant, leaning more towards the Greek, but the owner/operator (O/O) is much more in tune to the business than I expected. If anything, this is the kind of hourly position I was hoping to get when I was floundering in DC but never came across. It's giving me time to get my saute and grill skills back up to where they need to be, but also re-evaluate my own work philosophy. I'm finding that my time spent getting my accounting skills beyond where they need to be was making my ability to just plain -cook- has taken its toll. On the other hand, it helps that the O/O is patient and realizes that I am essentially a sponge right now, and as long as he continues to show/tell me how the dish is supposed to be prepared I'm going to make sure it's done right.
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I'm living with my aunt. It's a bit embarrassing to be inching closer to 37 and realizing that if not for the kindness of older relatives I'd be out of house and home. Taking responsibility for the financials of a restaurant vs. the financials for my own personal well-being has escaped me over the years. It'd be one thing if I had something to show for it I suppose but all I'm left with now is a head full of what a good profit & loss sheet looks like, how to properly manage a tight budget for a low (and high) profit restaurant, and lose it all and be left with nothing more than some books and some bad habits to beat down.
And maybe, a new perspective on how to proper run my own life as well as a business.
*
Every time I thought I'd got it made...
posted by jersn at 2:01 AM
2 Comments:
congrats man. check out tugboat when you get a chance- You're looking up, I'm looking into the abyss.
not sure if congrats are in order, but at least i'm managing.
I've still got your cell in my phone...i'm always up for a good talking to. regardless who it's coming from. we're going on 15 years. i'm pretty miserable regardless of my fumbling steps towards stability. i'm just praying this is the one. i'm too old to keep doing this like all my compatriots tend to do.
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