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cue the Les Miz soundtrack

"One more day!  One day more!"

If I can make it through 2 without killing someone, I'll consider this week a win.

Steve the Regular (a favorite of mine because he always leaves me his papers when he's finished.  I get the arts section of NYT every week.  He's also started leaving me the grocery circulars and coupons after I told him about my weird coupon obsession) asked me how I was doing yesterday, and I told him I felt like I was on the barricade in Les Miz.  "One more day."

He BELTED out "One day more!" in this AMAZING baritone.  Chatter in the dining room stopped for a couple of beats.

I think I'm in love.  The irony is that he looks like an older version of Kent (short, slight, bearded).  Kent always gives me grief that my type is "tall, pale, long dark hair, and a beaky nose.  With an accent and a questionable past."  Which isn't entirely inaccurate.  But there is a difference between who I fancy a profligate whirlwind week with and who I want to snuggle in bed with and go make brunch for.

(No thinking dirty thoughts about the regulars, Alicia)

J is going to be a problem. 20 minute smoke breaks on the clock are not okay.  Making food for yourself and sitting in the dining room when we're slow is not okay.  Giving me lip when I tell you you need to be out front is not okay.

Oh, and telling ME what to do when I'M TRAINING YOU will get you sent straight back to jail, because a steady job is part of your parole.

I'm either gonna break him or get him fired.  Frankly, I'd prefer fired.  I cannot deal with more macho posturing.  Thank the gods, there are two women starting days next week.  And I get to train them.  Maybe we can fix this mess that is FoH and I can stop this 6 on-one off stuff.

 What sucks is that I did a stint as kitchen manager in a work release program.  It is, hands down, the best job I've ever had.  I have no problem working with people who have done time. *mumble* I married one, after all *mumble*  But I am about done with rampant assholery and testosterone poisoning.

Gah.  And I have to work with Good Time Charlie today.  Boundaries WILL be set and enforced.

I had an interesting talk with the spousebeast last night.  He got the job at UNC...and turned it down.  A normal person would be pissed, but I was relieved.  It didn't feel right to me.  Hell, if you have to RUN HOME after your skills test dodging lightning from an epic storm (and, I'm sorry, but...a college cafeteria where you have to prove your knife skills, do a weird "Chopped" test, AND the guy expects to be called Chef?  Uh, no...), that might be the Universe telling you something.

He went with his gut.  And The Patriach wasn't in his head when he turned down the job.  I'm glad of that.  I told him I was proud of him going with his gut and he leaned against me and said "We have a nice life.  We like it, right?  I think I'm done with half killing myself to prove myself to someone who won't care."

"You don't have to."

"Neither do you.  I know you like it now, but if it ever gets to be too much...let me know and we'll figure something out."

Just when I think I can't love him any more...

.So I have to make it through today, and I get a WHOLE 24 HOURS OFF!


I do have errands to run after work, though.  I love that our comics are in, and Kent asked if I wanted to go so I could get some quality flirting in with the cute clerk (she's a Lumberjanes and Tank Girl fan).  The boy realizes when his presence is neither desired or required.  ;)

To give a bit of insight into what a weekend list looks like in The Glass Asylum:  "duct tape, Nag Champa, screens, comics, toilet paper, Sharpies (black, please!), dry erase markers, eggs, paper towels, coffee, Skittles and lube."

Yes, this is the note that was left on my toothbrush this morning.


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Aug. 13th, 2016 12:46 pm (UTC)
I had a supervisor like j once. She gave me very basic training and threw me into the fire. She quit after a,month and I got her spot. Hopefully j gets an attitude check before ruining everything.

I'm proud of your spousebeast. We recently came to a,similar conclusion. Totally get where you guys are coming from. :)
Aug. 13th, 2016 12:59 pm (UTC)
That J really seems like the best guy to work with, doesn't he?!
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Aug. 13th, 2016 01:22 pm (UTC)
testosterone poisoning - such a good descriptor
Aug. 13th, 2016 03:48 pm (UTC)

Yay for off time! :D

Aug. 13th, 2016 04:42 pm (UTC)
That list looks like the occasionally-meme'd parlor game of "the most embarrassing set of items to buy at a store at once (no condoms)."

I tried to find an example. Instead, I found a whole reddit thread of them.

Aug. 13th, 2016 05:35 pm (UTC)
That is an amazing list. And you two are one of the darlingest couples I know. <3
Aug. 14th, 2016 10:46 am (UTC)
I remember that mantra. Thanks for GOOD memories of the biz... Nice he leaves you the paper. None of my man crushes look like my husband.... I do think my type has changed though...
Aug. 14th, 2016 11:51 am (UTC)
Waitasec...he runs a college cafeteria and wants to be called "Chef?"

Talk about delusions of adequacy.
Aug. 15th, 2016 04:08 am (UTC)
Hope it went well!
Aug. 15th, 2016 03:58 pm (UTC)
He sounds like a great partner! Love the list. :)
Aug. 16th, 2016 10:46 pm (UTC)
"tall, pale, long dark hair, and a beaky nose. With an accent and a questionable past."

So... Severus Snape?
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