landslide
You took my love, and took it down...
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Just because you're good at something doesn't mean that's what you should be doing.
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I put in an application with a company nearly 4 years ago. They sent me computer generated emails about every six months, updating me on jobs and if i'd want to get my info updated in their database. So I did. No big deal, what's five minutes.
Did this religiously, sometimes immediately, sometimes it took me a couple days/weeks to do so. Last time I did so was sometime back in August.
Got a call back three weeks ago. "You still in Savannah?" yep. "Got a great opportunity for you, if you're interested." Yep. "Monday through Friday, daytime, no weekends, and you won't be on call." Hooked. What's the catch? "Did I mention the company car?" Where do I sign up? "When are you available for a phone interview?"
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Needless to say, the phone interview went swimmingly, and was set up for a face to face with the district manager. Played some phone tag with him, and finally met last week.
Nearly 3 hour interview. Last time that happened was when I was talked into being sous chef up in Madison, WI, by the company vice-president. What I gotta wait for now is 16 days.
Sixteen days, so he can get approval for more people managing his accounts. (FYI, this is EcoLab, a company I've used many times in the past and have never had issues with...my rep up in DC was awesome).
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I've made random attempts to get out of the restaurant biz for a number of years, but I swear I've never had one so golden and great as this. I'm tired of being a dancing monkey, a circus show, for tables and just being a bi
g smile for everyone.
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It sucks, so much, so very much, being incredibly good at what you do and hating every minute. Hating every second.
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Well, I'm afraid of changing, 'cause I've built my life around you.
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It's a hard, cold fact to throw in your face when you know that you are done with your chosen profession. Thirty-eight is not the time to be making that change, but I'm so incredibly done with the restaurant business, I can't afford to look back.
I'm spent. Done. Used up. All the good that was in me is gone. I've mentioned to random friends how I'm trying to get out, and that I've maybe found a way, and it's nothing but positive responses.
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Time makes you older. I'm getting older too.
I'm afraid of changing, 'cause I built my life around you. Time makes you older...
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I'm relating a story about a late night table, and together we say, "I'm getting too old for this shit."
Funny how cliches tend to truly sum it all up. God bless Danny Glover.
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Side note, as I've changed music: Psychedelic Furs "Ghost in You" is still one of my favorites. "I'm in a mood for you, or running away" may just be the line that defines my life.
*
Just because you're good at something doesn't mean that's what you should be doing.
*
I put in an application with a company nearly 4 years ago. They sent me computer generated emails about every six months, updating me on jobs and if i'd want to get my info updated in their database. So I did. No big deal, what's five minutes.
Did this religiously, sometimes immediately, sometimes it took me a couple days/weeks to do so. Last time I did so was sometime back in August.
Got a call back three weeks ago. "You still in Savannah?" yep. "Got a great opportunity for you, if you're interested." Yep. "Monday through Friday, daytime, no weekends, and you won't be on call." Hooked. What's the catch? "Did I mention the company car?" Where do I sign up? "When are you available for a phone interview?"
*
Needless to say, the phone interview went swimmingly, and was set up for a face to face with the district manager. Played some phone tag with him, and finally met last week.
Nearly 3 hour interview. Last time that happened was when I was talked into being sous chef up in Madison, WI, by the company vice-president. What I gotta wait for now is 16 days.
Sixteen days, so he can get approval for more people managing his accounts. (FYI, this is EcoLab, a company I've used many times in the past and have never had issues with...my rep up in DC was awesome).
*
I've made random attempts to get out of the restaurant biz for a number of years, but I swear I've never had one so golden and great as this. I'm tired of being a dancing monkey, a circus show, for tables and just being a bi
g smile for everyone.
*
It sucks, so much, so very much, being incredibly good at what you do and hating every minute. Hating every second.
*
Well, I'm afraid of changing, 'cause I've built my life around you.
*
It's a hard, cold fact to throw in your face when you know that you are done with your chosen profession. Thirty-eight is not the time to be making that change, but I'm so incredibly done with the restaurant business, I can't afford to look back.
I'm spent. Done. Used up. All the good that was in me is gone. I've mentioned to random friends how I'm trying to get out, and that I've maybe found a way, and it's nothing but positive responses.
*
Time makes you older. I'm getting older too.
I'm afraid of changing, 'cause I built my life around you. Time makes you older...
*
I'm relating a story about a late night table, and together we say, "I'm getting too old for this shit."
Funny how cliches tend to truly sum it all up. God bless Danny Glover.
*
Side note, as I've changed music: Psychedelic Furs "Ghost in You" is still one of my favorites. "I'm in a mood for you, or running away" may just be the line that defines my life.
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