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I'm treating myself like I am hot shit and a niche celeb who stopped posting suddenly so just go along with it.
No ego here, just a guy who likes writing/talking.
I left my job the 10th of this month. That's the nice, don't beat yourself up about it, way I tell people when they ask about work. Truth is I got fired.
2025. Holy Fucking Cow.
So many deaths. So many accidents. So many ' So Many 's.
I'm an emotional guy. A cry baby, If you will. Whenever something out of ordinary/not scheduled programming happens, I need a day.
This resulted in a lot of time off. Reasonable time off, I believed.
Manage didn't agree with me. I was called a 'Unreliable Worker', with a, 'Unpredictable Schedule'. So they let me go. There I was, wondering the streets during lunch time, looking for something, ANYTHING, preferably cooking/culinary. My girlfriend believed I was at work, making momey to support us, two cats, and our very inexpensive rent, that I was miraculosly short on, again.
I called friends, the family that would answer, and some old coworkers about who's hiring, and who is basically telling you to fuck off. This is the part of the story that sounds fake, I sat at a bench in front of arguably one of my favorite restaurants ever. McAdoo's Seafood Company. Dreaming of working there, learning the in's and out's, burning my finger tips, coming home smelling like the mediterranean, and going back to do it all again. As I'm looking at it, I see a hanging sign of a hand pointing to the left with "Enterance" written on it. It's to a steakhouse i've heard of, but never ate at, I figured I must as well try. I walked in, immediately realizing they're closed. And there is he, my savior, the reason I'm able to pay my rent, my everything, Steve. Typing away on his laptop, asks me, "Hey, how can I help you?" I was thrown off guard so hard to the point I stuttered to an extent I never have before. As I'm mumbling away, all I can get out of my stupid mouth was "I need a job."
He laughed, asked what I'd be applying for, and I tell him culinary.
He hands me an application, and interviews me on the spot, we talk about where I was working, my background, past jobs, ect.
We talk for longer, and offers me the job, tells me to come back later to meet the kitchen manager.
I do.
Sweetest woman ever. We talk, get to know each other a bit.
She asks me embarrassingly if I'd like to work the same day for how two of her cooks called in, I obviously say yes.
And I've been there since.
Some of the most amazing, kind, and stupid people I've ever met. You'd have to drag me out by my feet if you wanted me to leave.
To whoever stayed and listened to my rambling, thank you, a lot.
2d ago
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whatās that like? iāve never experienced it. iāve been searching for a job nonstop for the past five months and fucking no one has gotten back to me. i havenāt even been called back to say i didnāt get the job. iām sick of it. iām not in desperate need of a job but iād rather have one before i am.
i was expecting a call back all day. i waited by the fucking phone. i called because i was expecting a call this week, and the guy who interviewed me said āiāll call you tomorrow.ā fuck you. i hope you canāt sleep at night because you keep having dreams about your ex. i hope she calls you the next day and says she wants to get back together with you and sheāll meet you at your favorite date spot. i hope she stands you up, dan. i hope everything bad that could happen to you, happens. i wish murphyās law upon you.
edit: itās so funny because this is my first semi-serious post thatās doing NUMBERS. thought iād point that out and brag a little. maybe i donāt need a job after all. can i monetize this post?
Mar 3, 2025
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I canāt really share any specific details but Iām gasping and scandalized on a regular basis.Ā Ā I will say that once I got to overhear an outlandishly wealthy person talking about geopolitics and investment outlooks several years before things relating to what they talked about popped off and it kind of broke my brain a little bit and made me feel skeptical of media narratives.Ā Ā If I told you more Iād have to kill you š
Once I was pretty sure I uncovered an international sex trafficking ring related to a flop beauty pageant I had never heard of and fell down a Google search rabbit hole about it but I didnāt really do anything about it.
In the course and scope of my employment Iāve heard about a lot of people being killed or grievously injured by motorcycle wrecks even with the proper protective equipment and precautions and defensive driving.Ā Ā had their scalps ripped off and their leg bones rip through their skin etc so I would say donāt ride a motorcycle.
In another life I worked as a hostess at a restaurant which was a job my (niche famous post-punk musician) boss made up for me because he was a client of my dad and liked the way I dressed/thought I was cool.Ā Ā Ā Because there was only one hostess people would often ask me if I was his wife or the wife of the chef and I always had to laugh.Ā Ā Ā My coworkers always asked me if I had OCD because I would regularly wash my hands according to food safety guidelines.Ā Ā One of my coworkers (who had a tattoo in honor of our boss) had a nosebleed and left a long trail of blood all through the restaurant which I noticed and cleaned up.Ā Ā He was so grateful that I did it like I did it as a personal favor to him but I was just mortified at the idea of customers seeing it.Ā
I worked at a farmers market and after I left it was discovered that the farmers market manager had been embezzling money and she died not too long after because it turned out she had cancerā¦ so maybe thatās why she did that.Ā
This is another silly workplace story I shared on here recently about my job at a vintage costume rental shop combination antique bookstore combination dance studio.
Apr 18, 2024
Righto so after a frankly embarrassing amount of time Iāve managed to secure my self an interview for a tasty job thatāll leave me right satisfied (for now).
Iām on my way right now actually, as I write this. The nerves have yet to hit me.
Itās a bit early for my happily unemployed friends to wish my luck and console me (they are all asleep), so I've got a this album to keep me company. -actually it was another user on this site that recommended it, thank you to whoever it was. :)
Christ these suit pants are uncomfy and holy fuck you should see this hair cut. No one would have ever guessed I could look even whiter.
Oh! This is my stop, wish me luck
Jan 7, 2025
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In the course of 365, I . . .
- Started dating my current girlfriend
- Became a manager in training at a fast food restaurant
- Lost my great grandfather
- Started smoking cigarettes again
- Became 18
- Left previously mentioned fast food restaurant
- Moved out from home to live with my girlfriend
- Tried to stop smoking, emphasis on tried
- Realized I was going to become a dropout
- Worked at a family owned barbecue place
- Had multiple breakdowns over how I felt stuck, believing my life is over
- Started working at a food truck as a line cook, rekindling my love for cooking
- Left that food truck to work for a new restaurant
- Helped BUILD AND MOVE IN FURNITURE FOR MONTHS
- Waited, and waited, and waited for work
- Started cooking again
- Restaurant FINALLY(!) opened, so started work
- Panic over my age and lack of experience
- Realize everyone has to start somewhere, they weren't just born at 30 and were immediately a great cook
- Got something on the menu and people like it
- Got my first GOOD GOOD check, making me realize it's my last year being broke
Of course this isn't everything, but to me it's everything worthwhile/worth mentioning.
This was a picture from a couple days ago, my love goes to school for psychology and I walk around the campus playing Pokemon Go/reading/listening to music.
A tree. A billion little things, doing one gigantic thing. Living.
Mar 13, 2025
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I live about six minutes away from my work, so I rise at 8:40, enough time to cuddle and love my Lily.
I get there around 8:58. Across the street, parked in front of Miron's Steak House, a long, big, white, semi. Truck day.
3 boxes of brussel, 5 of assorted mushrooms, 1 container of micro cilantro, 1 container of blood leaves, 1 box of lime, 1 box of lemons, and 1 box of oranges.
I'm a prep cook, so I started my tasks for the day.
I prepped a lot of fucking potatos. And I mean, A LOT.
Cut them hotdog style, into 4 wedges, coat them in salt and pepper.
Made mustard, I hate mustard. Such an interesting thought. How do
I know if this is good? I don't like
it at all, so how do I even KNOW it's good?
Anyways . .
pre cooked some steaks, got very smokey.
Cut my hand, ouch.
Today we opened at 4:00, so I got to work some service.
Lot of charcuterie boards, my favorite things to make.
We had to make twenty on the fly, we made so many before open . .
Sink pipe busted, stewards had to fix it on the fly.
After work I tried applying to McAdoo's again. Fancy fish restaurant.
I love fish.
I'll work with it more someday.
That was all the things worth mentioning.
I'll be better at telling all of you things like this, give me time.
I'm working on a book, it's better than this I swear.
Mar 14, 2025
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Arguably my favorite will they/won't they of allll time.
Mar 13, 2025