March 16
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2012
Me 21:38, 16 March 2012 (EDT)
So, today ended the first really cool job that I've been at in a very very long time.
Today was my unofficial last day at the cafe. My official last day is next week Friday on the 23rd, but as spring break is starting up, I'm doubting I'll be even on the schedule next week. That alone is the reason today was my last day on the job there.
On Monday this week, I went in for an interview at [Wassterstrom]. Is it doing chef work? Is it doing IT work (God forbid!)? No, it's doing customer service work. I mean, totally regressing to like pre-1998 levels I'm at right here...but we need the money (OMG, I'm a prostitute!).
I got too efficient for the cafe. It got to a point where Chef, his wife, and I all figured out at the same time that I can perfectly get all my work done that the need to have out of me in about 5-6 hours baring any heavy business / special events. That means, on any given week, I was only scheduled for 25 hours a day. A family can't live on that (at least mine can't).
So, I went after that interview for one of several reasons:
- it paid $0.50 more an hour than the cafe
- it was 40-hrs per week (well, I knew it was full-time at least)
- it was away from Chef's bat-shit crazy wife
The money is definitely #1, and #2 goes hand in hand with it (after all, it's only fitty-cent). That #3 however...boy was that a motivating factor. Truly, even if they had paid me $3 more than what I was getting an hour, AND gave me $40 hours a week, I just couldn't put up with her stress any longer. It was like working for VCS, TEO, and a couple of other managers at ThePit all in one. She was a tyrant AND a micromanager all wrapped up in the same person, AND she had no personnel skills to speak of.
- Side note here, after the interview on Monday, Ceraun calls me to give the news that apparently VCS got his butt fired from ThePit!!!!111eleventy At the very first moment -- after I finished cackling wildly -- I took it as a sign that this interview would go through...and it did on Wednesday. Life was on an upswing.
So, with a heavy heart, on Thursday, resignation letter in hand, I said goodbye to a friend and mentor, the best boss I've had since G was our boss at ThePit.
- Effective today, March 15, 2012, I am tendering my resignation as chef / baker at TheCafe. While I would typically prefer to give a full and complete two-week notice to any employer, my new employer wants me to attend the very next employee orientation which begins on Monday, March 26, 2012. Therefore, my last possible work day would be Friday, March 23, 2012.
- As we are reducing hours, and as I’m anticipating that I will have limited or no hours over the next two weeks, I hope this will not be too much of an issue. I can make myself available next week should someone be hired to replace my position. After that, I could only make myself available in the evenings.
- I have greatly enjoyed the work I have done here, the colleagues I have gained, and the memories of starting up a business from scratch with a team of people. I personally consider you among my mentors as a chef, and should you need any help from me in the future, please do not hesitate to ask.
He shook my hand, wished me well, and thanked me for everything I've given to the shop. I choked up a good bit, got a bit misty as I went back to my station, took a few deep breaths, and carried on for the day. It sucked. I really, really, liked this job. We just couldn't afford it.
So, the new job.
- 40-hrs a week
- hrphmrhrmph an hour
- medical AND dental effective May 1st
- 401K in a year
- employee discounts at their stores...
...and that is the shining part of this arrangement. I'm going to give this job my 100%. Honestly and truly I am. How long will I be there? I have no idea. However, whatever spare money I have, it will most likely be spent at one of their stores, purchasing all that I can to eventually furnish my business. I will get it done. I guarantee it.
2008
Me 21:12, 16 March 2008 (EDT)
So I've grown terribly emo as of late. How emo you ask? I've been singing one of Justin Currie's most angst-ridden songs I've ever heard him put out: Tonight I'm Gonna Hurt Everyone I Love. This may or may not be the official title (not on an album yet, only just that one club performance). Here are the lyrics in case you can't hear them clearly.
Putting that aside, it felt good to go back to church today. We've missed three straight weeks from church, last week due to the snow, and the previous two to get the house ready for sale. Not-going has left me a bit empty inside, open to things, and unfocused in others.
With today being Sunday of Orthodoxy, it was really cool to go and see all all the various parishes together. We had seven priests from five to six different churches there. Packed to the rafters and standing room only (mostly cuz the Greeks never seem to show up on time).
After Liturgy, we had a spaghetti dinner. Let me just say this: Greeks should stick to Greek food. Love the Greek festival each and every year we attend. They should not, I repeat, should not try to do a spaghetti dinner. I mean, I know they're doing Lenten spaghetti, but come on. Put some flavor into that stuff! I've had boiled cabbage that had more flavor than that sauce! In fact, the pre-made dressing (I swear it's GFS's Italian) on the plain-old salad was my favorite part of the meal.
When Father told me that, it was at my last confession. With Lent kicking up, it'll be time for confession soon. I never made it during the Nativity Fast, so I think my last confession was in the Paschal Lenten season last year.
As I was looking at links for this post, I found this is old story on falling down. I've heard it a few times and in different ways, but it's still worth saying (even if it's fiction).
In a year, I'm sure my confession will have lots of things to cover. Some of the minor things are those occasional slip-ups we all have in our faith. The bigger ones are the personal things we struggle with...and those are heaviest on your heart. Those are the ones you want to be sure to confess.
God grant me the strength to remember all my screw ups and the strength following to get back up again when I fall.
2007
Me 08:00, 16 March 2007 (EDT)
Three days running, and not an ounce of Mt. Dew has gone into my system. How is it possible that a Code Monkey like me can survive without his Dew? Okay, I'm still getting my caffeine, so calm down. :)
Actually, when I went to the endocrinologist, he talked about the caloric intake I was getting from Mt. Dew and that I could reduce it if I switched to Diet Dew. Well, I tried it a couple days later, and still, aspartame still tastes like ass. I didn't finish the little bottle.
However, we went shopping last weekend (before?) and I bought some Tazo® Awake Tea. It's really rich black tea, and when I brew it on the darkest strength on Wifey's Iced Tea pot, I get 3 powerful quarts of powerful concentrate. To this I add 3/4 cup of sugar. When I make up a glass -- or in work's case, fill up an empty half-gallon bottle from apple juice -- I cut it 50/50 with water.
According to various different sites, Mt. Dew has 46 grams of sugar in it. My old cooking database says that 1 kg of sugar = 5.3 C of sugar. That comes out to 0.2438 C of sugar in EACH can of Mt. Dew. In one half gallon of iced tea (3/4 of a cup per 3 quarts of concentrate + 3 quarts of water, and a 2 quart container), I'm only drinking 1/4 cup of sugar. So, I'm drinking the same quantity of sugar by finishing my half gallon...but for the same quantity of fluid in five cans of Dew.
Granted, I have to drink black tea to stay awake (but trust me, it's a damn fine tea), but if I can drop off the moobs and the gut, I think I'm on the right track.
Me 08:38, 16 March 2007 (EDT)
A quick note to the potential infiltrator...
- I hope things are going well. I want to discuss with you a rather delicate matter. It has come to my attention that you may have misrepresented yourself when you applied to our guild in January. If this is true, I wanted to give you an opportunity to explain.
- As you may have seen when you applied, our guild is built on respect, maturity and honesty. Without these we would not have grown to be the guild we are today.
- If you think this letter is in error, please speak with one of our emissaries, officers or myself as soon as possible in-game. In the meantime I've placed your main character on probation until things get sorted out, and I apologize for any inconvenience.
- Sincerely,
- Karin
- Ringleader of the Sleeper Cartel
Get 'em K! Rawr!
