life

The long slow painful backroad to renewed sentience

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It’s been a busy week over here:

  • bartendJerb: I was non-ceremoniously put in charge of the winter drinks menu. The previous-previous bar manager neglected to leave his builds behind so… we got to come up with new ones. We think there are two good cocktails, two decent cocktails, and one iffy cocktail. But they’re done and mostly ready for launch barring ingredient availability. Yellow chartreuse is not cheap.
  • mgbarJerb: It is having new-restaurant issues that we personally thought would not happen at all given it is a corporate rim enterprise with many other venues all over the United States. And yet we keep having logistics issues all over the damn place. Also, la barra fue diseñada con las nalgas (designed with the ass cheeks. Pencil held between them). But hopefully we’ll be able to implement changes that will make life easier for our barbacks and our servers.
  • bistroJerb: Gossip says they’re looking for another bar manager. It will be their fifth of this year— just this year. That’s in addition to the slow season coming up for them. The temperature dropped a solid 35 °F from yesterday. The joint is supposed to be featured on a tv show one of these days and bistroBoss is hanging all of his hopes on the business picking up for the business because of it.

All in all it has been busy and we are making money after taking a li’l menty break hiatus over the summer. Our big expense has been going out to eat and drink but we are currently in the process of reconstructing our kitchen space so we can actually cook at volume. The lack of counter space once again comes in to haunt us in our tiny little galley kitchen but… it is much better than the lame tiny space we used to live before.

Slowly we regain the ability to concentrate and think. We lost that for a long, long time. We fucked up a lot of things during that time.

Going to try and do these reports to myself more often. They help to keep track of dates and events.

Anyway here’s wonderwall

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In the past three months:

  • Moved to a new apartment. It sucks easily the worst dwelling I’ve had of the past ten years.
  • Changed jobs. I am now at helpdeskJerb
  • Almost got completely fucked over by someone. In their story I’m the villain. I’ll let it be.
  • Got into a fight when someone tried to steal my bike. My nose still hurts three weeks later.
  • Fell in with bluesky. It’s nice, but gods the fucken developers are being fucken idiots.

I’ll try to blog more often.

Enduro

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In the space of a month:

  • Found a new full-time job at helpdeskJerb.
  • Adjusted my schedule at bartendJerb.
  • Moved addresses.
  • Potentially finished my time working at sysadminJerb.

I’m fucken tired.

*shrug*

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Life hasn’t changed much since the current pandemic started.

I’m still working nights, so I don’t really get to see that many people. I still order pretty much everything for delivery.

The gf is staying with me during almost-quarantine since she was able to get a job in a restaurant (!!!).

Life goes on but I can see how it is changing for everyone around me.

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This Galaxy is vast; its wonders and beauty are almost unfathomable. But the galaxy also hides dark secrets, some of which have lain dormant since the beginning of time itself. There is a danger in secrets, both in seeking and in knowing. Some things are meant to be hidden from view. Some mysteries defy understanding, and sometimes even the things we think we know are untrue. Some secrets should remain untouched. Secrets can tempt your primal instinct, and lead you again into war. The Halos were one such secret.

Cortana

Back into the aether

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Well, I just done and got me an IT job again. To actually keep it I:

  • Quit at tKitchenJob.
  • Ended up walking out at pbFOHjob. This place is a shithole and I don’t think I’ll ever see a paycheck from it; in the event I do I will probably never see my actual tips.
  • Reducing hours at merBOHjob. They don’t like it but what’cha gonna do? You can’t pay me.

I think I’ll call this IT job… honeyJerb. Jen would be proud.

Dark liminality

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Well, here we are again. Another week from hell done:

  • Walked out on bFOHjob; I make the GM nervous.
  • Reduced my hours at tKitchenJob because I’m starting at…
  • merBOHjob, doing the same thing as tKitchenJob but at a higher wage.
  • Going to try and give it a week before starting to look for another FOH job.

Lost the job, lost the girl, and I’m pretty sure I’ll get an eviction notice tomorrow Monday because… why not? It’s how the universe seems to work for me.

Anyway, as I now seem to have plenty of free time on the calendar I’ll try to make better use of it and spending re-learning how to code as I never have learned to do it properly. Or so I’m saying right now. But before I do that I’m going to get some reading material on personal finance and learn how to do forecasting; merely having a budget doesn’t cut it for me.

Hopefully I’ll also be able to sleep better tonight. Last night I was caught between being too tired to sleep and a mind racing to figure out a path forward.

Should’ve gone elsewhere

/ rucksack /

Writing this at the bar as the boss sits on the spot two places to my left. Wish I were fucking joking but I en’t.

Given past… Situations I have faced with her it makes it difficult to find a common social point that won’t get me in trouble with her at work even if the events happen outside of work.

Service industry blues, am I right.

Clean up as you go

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There really is no solution, I think. There’s only the frankly awful act of dragging your sorry ass into the kitchen, loading the dishwasher, and wiping down the counters, after dinner, before you land on the couch like an anvil and give up the last of your energy for the day. Just start there. I’m sorry. It’s terrible. It’s a nightmare. But just do it.

Source: Clean Up Now

Life as a Kitchen.

The New Pornographers

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I had been waiting for this show for years, and didn’t go.

Last time, ever, that I buy tickets for me and someone else. No matter who it is.

No pressure

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I think I’m failing but I’m not sure at what. Life? Money? Love?

I’m just trying to keep my head above the water, but not quite succeeding.

I’s frustrating. I think that’s going to be the theme for the last half of 2016.

Frustration.

Hold strong against the waves

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Shifts on the phone just… wear you down, humans. They wear you down, hard, no matter how fit you think you can take the damage.

You never see the person. You usually never even know what they look like (we have social media for that nowadays) but they sure wear you down, call after call.

Doesn’t matter if you’re apologizing to someone or if you’re apologizing for someone. The mere fact that you have to talk to someone is enough to grate on you.

This is why there is so much turnover at call centers. Talking to other humans is just hard. Because no matter what you’re calling about or why you’re calling about, they usually resent it.

The internet has not made this better. It has made this worse.

Finances

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I seriously need to change my habits. I’m spending too much money and my cost of living went up %250.

I thought it’d be easy — doesn’t one always think so? — but it’s not. For starters I need to stop buying other people food just because I can.

Need to be much more careful with these sort of expenses. They really creep up on you.

This month will be more or less okay, but I really need to pay attention during September.

Living space search goes on

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It’s a bloody pain in the ass, is what it is.

Craigslist has been taken over by spammers (I’m looking at you, fucking Roomster), padmapper is useless to find roommates and the market is getting more expensive all the time since all the new housing excitedly approved by the city is luxury housing.

Yeah… most people in this city do not have a grand to drop in rent monthly. And that’s without taking into account the security deposit (usually a month’s rent) and the rental application. So if you’re looking to live in one of those hot new apartment buildings you’re looking at at least $2500 USD, give or take a few hundred dollars.

The entire structure is setup to screw renters. Same goes if you actually try to buy a house.

I’m just annoyed because I’ve looked at a few places and they all suck.

It’s forced

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Lots of things happening right now. Guess the calm I’ve had over these past few months is now coming to an abrupt end.

Right now I guess I’m just writing this to remind myself that I should write my thoughts down. That’s how this blog got started. That’d probably be a good thing.

The Blur of Days

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Don’t you hate how sometimes the days just go by without noticing?

It’s like walking in a blizzard, with thoughts flying by so fast you have no hope of holding them in your hand.

But carry on you must.

Yes ma’am

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I know you knew as soon as we first saw each other, and you veered away from my lips.

Yes ma’am. How could I not tell?

You’re smart. That’s why I feel the way I do for you.

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