Saturday, November 11, 2006

Restaurant Quote of the Weekend

"I need potato juice to the line, on the fly please!"

Said by Achoo while he was running frantically in the back trying to find potato juice.

Which doesn't exist.

C'mon! That's funny! The guys on the line, hazing the new guy...telling him that they need potato juice on the fly!!

Bwaaa haaa haaa haaaaaaa!!!!

I love that place.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Slap In The Face

I know that several of you can identify with feeling like no matter what you do (or did) at work, it will never be right. And I know that those of you who identify were really good at what you did, but just didn't "fit" with your managers, co-workers-whoever...

That's how I felt almost immediately at my new job when I started in May. My new boss was my father's age and didn't seem to posses any communication skills. He only talked to me when I did something that didn't meet his standards-of which he never bothered to teach me-and so I always felt like an outsider.

There was another manager who also made me feel insignificant and small, even though everyone else liked me just fine.

Luckily, I won the heart of my HR lady from the start, and she rallied around me and helped me find my new job. It's not that I wanted to leave my old job-it's just that I wanted to be recognized, trained and to be a part of the team.

I suggested that I report to someone different-I barely did any work for him anyway. I was told no because he was a director and he should have an admin.


I left, they offered the position to a new girl and fired my friend-that story was told the other day. Enter new information:

1. New girl refuses job because they told her it was a temp job-after they interviewed her and after they offered her the job. Yup, they're shady.
2. Because they were scrambling, they re-hired my friend. Good for her, but here's the slap in the face...
3. She's reporting to someone else. The person I hated, my old boss, no longer manages that position.

Kinda makes me feel like shit. Why wouldn't they make that change for me? What'd I ever do to them? feeds into my suspicions and feelings that I had before. I am young. I am single. I have no children. I believe I was discriminated against based on my age.

Interesting. My friend is 50. She is married. She had a daughter. The girl they were going to hire-older, married, kids...

Everyone else there fits that mold, and when I came in, they didn't like it. That's my theory, and it sucks.

It sucks feeling like you tried everything and they still didn't care. It's amazing that being in a new position for just a week, my new boss has already talked to me on the phone to see how I was doing and told me that he understands the kind of pain I am in because he had the same problem.

It's amazing to me that my new boss told me to take Friday off to get better, when the other boss made me get a Dr.'s note for a check up. It's amazing to me that changes were made for one person who's not even a full time employee, but I was made to transfer.

Better for me, yes...Absolutely. But it still stings.

Thursday, November 09, 2006


It's not a good sign when you're doctor moans in pain for you when he touches your spine and neck.

That's what my chiropractor did when he was assessing what was wrong with me. It seems that on Sunday when I was moving things, I did indeed throw the my bones out of whack-so much so that I couldn't even move my head today, and the nerve was so swollen that even trying to lay down and get up hurt.

So I'm icing it every hour for 20 minutes until I go to sleep and still struggling with normal things like going to the bathroom or finding something for dinner. But it's on it's way to being better.

I may or may not post anything tomorrow. I am taking the day off because I have another doctor's appointment and will no doubt be sore. But I plan on icing and resting so I will be ok on Saturday.

For now, I am going to watch massive amounts of TV because I haven't been able to since April!

2 Posts, 1 Day

You realize just how alone you are when you wake up and can't move.

You panic. You cry a little bit, and then, if you have a stubborn streak, you do anything you can to get out of bed.

But then when you are finally upright, you realize that in your hastiness and hurried life, you throw everything on the floor, and so you have to bend down to get it. And you can't, and so because you are alone, you have to kneel down and feel around without looking.

It's a crap shoot what you'll get, and so you're there for a long time.

Finally, you stand up, and realize you can't lift your right arm over your chest area, and moving your head even slightly to the left makes your entire body collapse in pain.

2 years ago I was in the worst physical pain I've ever felt. It felt as though someone stabbed me right under the right shoulder blade and left the knife there. I couldn't move my neck. Portions of my hand were numb and I was always uncomfortable.

It's back. I don't know what I did (perhaps moving things from my backyard to the front for dump pick up) but it's gotten progressively worse and this morning I woke up in tears. I couldn't shut my alarm clock off. I couldn't roll over and I couldn't pick up the phone.

Backing out of my driveway to get to my chiropractor (He can't see me until 3:30!) will be interesting. And that's after showering and getting myself dressed.

Lonliness is magnified when you are sick...


...this girl wants:

To learn, once and for all how to make a rose out of frosting.

For my nose not to run with I work out.

To find more local friends so that I have someone to call when I want to eat inside a restaraunt and talk to someone or take a walk on my favorite trail. (But don't feel comfy doing it alone anymore-drats)

To go back to Paris.

To visit Greece.

To go to Italy for a week long cooking tour/class. Or, better yet, visit villages and learn from the people who live there.

To honestly be appreciated for the weird, crazy person I am-because I am that person.

To be known for doing something great-in the present day.

To be brave and strong, but also to be able to know when I do not need to be.

To have a better memory.

To live without fear-in any capacity and to be able to do the things I want to without abandon.

To be able to tell everyone who touches my life how they make me feel and let them know how much I appreciate them for who they are, and who they are not.

To find someone who thinks I am wonderful enough to love me forever.

To ride the tea cups without feeling like I am going to vomit.

To successfully build a buisness so that I don't have to work for anyone anymore.

To be able to organize paperwork and mail without getting overwhelmed or buried.

To be able to tell a joke so that it's funny.

To ride in a hot air balloon.

To sparkle so brightly that people can't stay away.

To love dancing, and to do it without having to be drunk.

A partner in crime.

Someone who sticks.

Curly hair.

More quick wit and creativity with the spoken work and less with the written word.

A Take 5 Bar.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Goodbye 2 U

Dear frumpy lady from the bathroom:

I am sorry that I did not get to say goodbye to you prior to my transfer. Not that you will miss me, in particular, but I am sure you will miss having someone who smiles at you no matter how much you scowl, because it made you feel strong.

"I will not be worn down by kindness" you said.

Good for you. You stuck to your guns and remained grumpy the entire time we've met.

Not that I no longer see you on a daily basis, I feel it is my duty to give you some fashion advice.

1. Bright magenta lipstick should never be manufactured. In fact, I'm fairly certain someone figured that out in 1979 and stopped. You should follow suit, part with this horrid shade, as it only makes your stark white skin look disgusting. Perhaps a more neutral pink would work better-hell, even bright red would be better than magenta.

2. Hippy Dippy hair only works on Hippy Dippy people. In case you are wondering if you perhaps could swing being placed into that category, let me tell you. No. Hippy Dippy girls are skinny with long flowy hair, have perky little boobies and smell like Pachouli. And though you sometimes do smell funkidelic, Pachouli is not for you. Cut the hair babe. It's time.

3. Putting your hair in a ponytail and braiding it went out of style about the same time your lipstick did. Unless of course you are 3 years old, and even then, we've evolved to the French braid. Cut your hair and (gasp) style it every now and then.

4. In 1992 I was a sophomore in high school. I wore these one piece jumpers that were very popular. They had an empire waste (right below the boobage) and dropped down, like a babydoll dress. Sometimes they were shorts that looked like a skirt for comfort. Read the first sentence. In 1992 I was a sophomore in high school. I don't think I need to elaborate on why you should burn your entire wardrobe.

5. I could go on, however I will end with this very well known sentiment from my good friend Little Orphan Annie. "You're never fully dressed, without a smile." Never enter the bathroom without it.

So Frumpy Lady from the Bathroom, though I will miss our daily confrontations, I wish you the best of luck in the future. And don't worry, I'm sure there will be plenty more people for you to scowl at as they enter the stalls...

Your Smiley Pee-Pee Pal,


Tuesday, November 07, 2006


So because I'm not quite "into" my job yet (read: I sit at my computer alone all day with nothing to do) I was able to take a longer lunch so I could go vote. I was worried that I'd miss it this time around because of work and school, but thankfully, I got nothin' goin' on.

It always amazes me that people who are not registered show up to vote. It amazes me that they don't know they have to be registered, but more, it amazes me that they can't just register there and go right in.

In this day and age, there should be computers set up where you can register online, wait a half an hour for processing and go flip your little levers. Instead, people who show up williing and wanting to vote, can't.

Sure, they were irresponsible in the first place-they could have and should have done it sooner. But can we really afford to be turning down voters? Heck-it's hard enough getting people out there-why turn them away?

Ok-so the online thing might not work. Some cities and towns don't have the budget to have computers at every site. So do it at town hall. Extend the hours, have extra staff-whatever-just do it so that people who want to can vote on election day.

I saw 3 people, not together, get turned away today. There are several voting locations in my town alone-if that happened at each one, in each town...

Imagine the difference those votes meant. Especially in these more local elections.

Another thing that I always associate voting with is old people. Never is there a strapping young lad sitting at the check in's always a blue haired woman who smells like Jean Nate and moth balls and always someone who can't read the registration sheet without her glasses-the ones she forgot are hanging around her neck.

Young people have to step it up. I'm not really one to talk because I've never volunteered for this sort of thing mainly because I'm not political enough. But I know you are out there. It'd be nice to see some of you in my generation helping tally the votes.

And also? Why do candidates think that a last minute attempt to woo me will work? I mean, I know I like hot dogs and all, but dude-running after me with a bun in your hand and mustard flying in the wind will not win my votes.


Toosdae ?'s

How's everyone today? I hope your little fingers are ready to answer some questions!! Remember-I have nothing to do all day at work except wait for your emails and comments. Pathetic, I know, but at least I'm being honest! Please help keep me sane today...

1. Excluding essential items (bills, gas, medicine) what would you buy if I gave you $40 right now? You have to spend it within the hour, or else you get nothing.

2. If you could pick any animated/cartoon character to be your personal assistant, who would you pick and why?

3. Answer: Sometimes it just does that. What's the question?

1. If I were to receive $40 right now and I had to buy something within the hour, I would buy new makeup. It's been a while since I've updated my collection and it makes me feel pretty to have a fresh face. Plus, I'm dangerously low and people will start to wonder why I look different all of a sudden!

2. Elastigirl from the Incredibles. Cause she can bend to any situation.

3. Why are there flames shooting out of your tailpipe?

Monday, November 06, 2006

Duck, Duck, GOOSE!

tonight's class was insanely fun. Instead of working in pairs, we worked as a kitchen-like they do in industry. This was mainly because 2 of our classmates didn't show up, leaving us with only 5 people for production.

Tonight's menu was the all elusive Beef Wellington. I was extremely excited about this because #1 I've never had it, and #2 it was the dish of choice when Greg was talking about fancy meals. So naturally, I was interested in finding out if it was indeed, all that.

The class was also exciting to me because for the first time in my life, I finally tasted Fois Gras. I can see why people fight about it. It is heavenly. It does not taste like liver at all. It like meaty butter that melts in your mouth. It's quite good and though I don't agree with the way they feed the geese in France, I will most likely allow it to pass my pallet again.

I also tasted Black Truffles. They weren't anything special.

After making our individually wrapped BW's I can tell you that it was not fantastic. I think that we undersalted them, which was a major error, but overall, it looks and sounds better than it tastes. I'm sure I could soup it up a bit and make it yummier, and I may try that, but either way, I'm glad I've tasted 3 new things.

Why was the class insanely funny? Mainly because we were all silly, but also because of one joke in particular. About Numb Chucks. Some of you may remember the bike lady? Well, we were talking about how our class would be different if all of the people who dropped out were still with us.

That's when Know It All (who's been really great and funny lately) said,

"Bike lady'd be all-'I was playing with my numb chucks the other day and decided to tenderize my meat with them."

I know this is not funny to any of you. But this is my blog, and I wanted a way to remember that because I laughed so hard I snorted. Twice.

Also-Bagpipe Willie made mushrooms out of his puff pastry on the top of his BW and when they baked off, they looked like erect penis's. WICKED FUNNY.

On another note not related to class at all, I am going to hell. And I have been labeled shallow by one very bitter man in a wheelchair.

So much for honesty.

Smack Me

Because I'm extremely bored (because I haven't been trained yet and my boss isn't here and I don't know anything about my new job yet) I've basically been trying to email people, search the web for new chef coats and knives and also researching my big Kitchen Management project.

Oh Lord am I bored.

I found out a few interesting things today:

1. The Asian dude from down the hall and I have the same pee timing. Each time I've gone (about 3 or 4 times today) he's been there too.

2. Men who walk around with their hands inside of the arms of their coats look gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that...

3. The majority of Connecticut is filled with people in their early-mid 20's or their early to mid 40's. That would explain why the dating pool for me currently sucks.

4. They claim (The census bureau) that the median income in CT is somewhere in the $50K-$75K range. To that I say, "Bullshit". I'd say it's one step up.

5. Sitting in a darkened cubicle usually makes me happy, but when you're bored, it just makes you sleepy.

6. Sleeping on your neck wrong makes a person cranky. Yes. It's me that's cranky. But perhaps if I were busy I wouldn't be.

7. In 2000 52% of CT was filled with women. Another reason I must move toute sweet.

8. I have no idea how to spell toute sweet. And, to be honest, I am so bored, I may have made that up. (No, I know I didn't)

9. I recently discovered there are 2 entrances to the women's room here. It's a fancier bathroom that has a sofa and loveseat in a little reception type area. Before, I just thought that some crazy women were just coming in to sit there and read the magazines-but they were really just cutting through the bathroom to get to their office using that door.

10. Yes. I found out because I got so curious I actually followed one woman and peeked around a corner. Imagine my surprise when I saw her slipping through that secret door. No. I haven't opened it yet to see exactly where it goes. I'm kind of afraid.

Oh my hell. So. Bored.


I wouldn't consider myself to be a shallow person. Though I believe in gut instincts, I typically give people the benefit of the doubt, and typically grant trust before I should.

You're overweight? I don't care...

Short? No problem!, um...let's skip that one...

You get the point. On a daily basis I don't scan my peripheral and steer clear of people who do not fit into the "perfect" mold. In fact, I often love knowing the weirdo's, the freaks, or the deviants.

But this weekend I was thrown for a loop. It made me think about the boundaries we all have-the farthest acceptable point we will go to before we say, "I'm done" or "I can't do that". And I wondered where mine were, and how capable I am of moving them.

And, does that barrier even really exist?

I don't know the answer to my own questions. My reaction is to run-to stay away, close down, and make up some excuse as to why it didn't work. But if I do that, I will forever be stuck in the reality that has become my life, and barriers will never be broken.

And so though it may be a little bit uncomfortable, I will remain.

I fully recognize that only 1 of you knows what the hell I am talking about. And that's ok. In fact, I like it better that way. My point is this:

By defining our barriers, our breaking points, we are essentially stopping ourselves before we even make it that far. We're killing our chances, curbing our successes and growing roots where there isn't enough water.