When I left work, I just wanted to go home and go to bed. Now, i am full of dumb energy. So glad I didn’t end up going out tonight or I would probably be WRECKED.
Going through the cessation process of smoking cigarette butts instead of buying a new pack. I have few excellent talents, stopping tobacco abuse is one of them.
I took the time to look back at the websites of a few former employers. Gotta say, man, I sure am glad I got fired from one particular movie themed one. I work with some of the best people, in the best restaurant, in the best city I could hope to be in. I get to tell guests about multiple, real , awards we’ve won. I’m not slinging wings and stupid cocktails to yuppies. I don’t wait on a section of 9 tables with 4 people in it. I certainly don’t have to listen to shit bartenders tell me that I don’t know what I’m talking about. Bitch, I run 21 tap beers, over 50 bottles, a bourbon selection that would make your grandfather tear up, and have people that teach me shit EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
Abide by this; I’m really good at what I do in this industry. I’m not pretty and I’m kinda sweaty sometimes, but my tips would give you all fits. Getting fired from Carmie’s was the most rational thing any owner would have done. I was self-destructive at that point. Firing me because somebody thought they saw me sweat without giving me a single second chance? That’s plum foolishness. A good look at your most recent menu…makes me think y’all make a large amount of foolish mistakes.
Enough petty revenge blogging. Sure as hell did feel good, though.
It’s nice to look down on past transgressions in order to see how high up you are. No hate towards the people who work at/own the place I’m talking about, but that really weighed heavily on me.
In Rust I Trust
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p.s. Y’all should have seen some of the events I planned in Ohio. Many of them were ideas you didn’t even give a chance to. They worked.



