2019/07/25

The GM put in his 30 day notice at tKitchenJob. That means they (we) will need a new GM. I believe I would be good at it. Yes in the beginning I would totally fucken suck at it… But I care about the place and I want it to be around for another ten years. I want it to be great. I want it to be the best.

At merBOHjob the KM sat down with me. He got dropped a bombshell: We have until September to come up with a new menu. They (as in “Company execs) were cagey about” when” in September, so we’re going with September 1st. There are limiters at work; first and foremost: People who are Not Cooks will cook the food. And execution is everything.

Picked up a bartender gig at rbFOHjob. The bar manager knows I am baby bartender but has told me to be patient and pay attention. This place is a shitshow but he has been able to make it move. Doesn’t really matter whether it moves forward or not… As long as you keep moving.

I am trying to figure out a time to interview in person at [popular bar in North Loop]. I don’t think this will go anywhere as they want me to start as something other than a server, yet they are hiring servers. I’ll just go collect intel and call it a day.

I will apply to the GM job at tKitchenJob. I would love to get the job but I’m pretty sure I’ll be told I’m not “what they’re looking for”. I’ll put in my two weeks if they say no. I kept telling family “While everyone else throws in their hat, I’ll throw me knife. Even if I don’t win everyone else will be one finger short”.

I’ll work on the menu thing. This will let me learn things in general. Need to learn things. MUST LEARN NEW THINGS.

At rbFOHjob… I’ll stick around, see what happens. Worse that can happen is I barback for everyone. Given what happened last shift… Guests will tell managers to make me a bartender. Can’t lose anything but the job.

That was A Week

Sunday, July 16

Massive fight cos I did not want to move from bed after a week of 12 to 14 hour days. The core of it was that her feelings about what other people might think about me are more important than my physical well-being. I hit myself in the head and downed a pint of cold-press concentrate.

She ended up going to her parents’ on her own. Now hopped up on caffeine I stayed at home and cleaned. Fell asleep on the couch.

Monday

16 hour day between a busy time prepping and cooking lunch service at tKitchenJob, then dealing with more covers than usual at bFOHjob while severely understaffed. Getting home I find a big-ass box in the middle of the living room and I immediately get pissed because at this point I have been the only one consistently cleaning for weeks on end. I get loud enough to wake 🐝, who says she wanted to show how much she appreciates it.

I replied we wouldn’t need it if she helped clean. I slept on the couch again.

Tuesday

tKitchenJob was steady, but things at bFOHjob were a repeat of Monday, replacing the two servers with another pair. Slept on the couch again.

Wednesday

Busy lunch at tKitchenJob, had a chance to relax a bit on their outside benches with a glass of wine. Then off to Yeasayer at the Fine Line Cafe. I am exhausted and dead on my feet, but we manage. We still end up getting in another fight so I barely move the rest of the show and concentrate on not falling asleep right there and then (I still think I fell asleep fully standing up for about ten minutes regardless of the loud music. At the end of the show she said she was going for drinks with friends.

I am aghast. I just asked for keys, went home, and fell asleep on the couch.

Thursday

Got fucked over at tKitchenJob, then got fucked over again at bFOHjob with the usual combination of high bookings and low staff. Getting home I find 🐝 has cleaned a bit; the conversation went a bit like this.

🐝: I have been a shitty girlfriend and I need to change things.
null: Good. I have been overreacting mostly because **I am tired** and it’s hard to work all day and then get home and have to clean.

I think we’re okay. We both sleep on the bed.

Friday

tKitchenJob was steady prepping throughout, something for which I am thankful. bFOHjob… fucken’ clusterfuck. Friday night, two servers, one food runner, one wait assistant. No host, the GM was hosting. We got hit hard that day.

At the end of the night the GM wanted a high-five for surviving the night. Bitch, please.

Getting home I eat something with 🐝. I am desperate for sleep but the food is appreciated.

Saturday

🐝 leaves for work early, she’s opening at work.

I get to bFOHjob in the afternoon; got a barback shift. Getting there and… going to have to prep in the changing room/locker/storage space cos there’s a bachelorette party out front. Fine.

Borrowed a decent knife from the kitchen and got a talking to from two cooks and the chef cos I used a knife that belongs to a specific cook instead of a house knife. Up until that point I had assumed house knives were left on the magnetic knife rails and everyone gathered their stuff in their knife rolls or bains. Fine.

Get through prep… we’re short like a million things. I make do. While trying to set up one of the kegs neither the other barback nor me realize there are hoses in the walk-in cooler to carbonate the keg. Hose blows out, really loudly. I get a talking to from five people.

GM tells me I make her nervous.

Five minutes later, Bar Manager tells me I got it wrong and now I have to re-do everything.

I leave. I text 🐝 when getting home about it, then fall asleep on the couch. Wake up to a text from her saying she’s on her way.

When she walks into the apartment she says she doesn’t feel safe and is leaving. With that, she leaves.

I go back to sleep.

Sunday, June 23

I think I woke up around 1500, ate something, went back to sleep.

Monday

First day at merBOHjob. It went well and I got cut early. Went out and got drunk. 🐝 texts saying she’ll move out on Wednesday. Frankly, my dear, I couldn’t care less.

Speed of Thought

Software is supposed to be faster than you.

This simple fact is something most software developers will ever fail to understand. The rest will drive themselves unto insanity having understood the implications.