Much Love.....

Instabilty - rocking our world

Ah yes - in other news, C is about to get fired.

 

Let me explain. When he first took this job with a privately owned resturant - let's call it BB- he was interviewing for the position of Exec Chef - the top dog. The resturant HAD an exec - but they were trying to fire him, and find a replacement beforehand. I didn't like that  - shady shady - but C seemed to get along well with the owner, and several of the partners - so he agreed to take a job at BB as a regular ole cook.

 

After a week or so there - he found that the exec chef, while not perfect - wasn't a half bad guy. So - C offered to be his sous chef (the exec's right hand) rather than just another line cook. Well and Good.

 

R - the exec - was nervous around C. I love him dearly, but he can be an arrogant so&so when it comes to food - esp. when it comes to dealing with people who assume they know more than he does because he hasn't had the 'high level' position. And C is never one to hide his light - which R could tell was brighter than his. Then, there's E. E is the resturant manager - 25 y/o with a VERY big, arrogant, head who expects everyone to kneel to his power & authority. *sigh* Two arrogant men in the same space is a bad idea. So E never liked C - didn't like him at the interview, didn't like him when he started working, doesn't like him now.

 

Earlier this week - R got fired. Not sure how, or why - but he was out. Now logically - one would assume that C (his right hand) (and who had been promised the exec spot anyhow) would step into that position - right? *shakes head* Nope - instead another chef (M) (who get's along FABULOUSLY with E, I might mention) - who while he has been in the business for longer than C , knows a lot LESS than C - got moved into the position, and is now trying to force C to do menial stuff - that are not part of his (unwritten) list of job duties. In addition - as R didn't write down ANY of his recipes (trying to keep his spot safe) and C has most of them in his head - but as giving the exec recipes is not part of his job duties - he's not sharing them - more accurately, he's acting like he doesn't know them.

 

So. They fired the only person who knew all of the recipes.

 

They renigged on an agreement with the only person who knew most of the recipes.

 

The two people in the top positions at the resturant  hates C's guts.

 

C is leaving for five days to get married.

 

Somehow, I don't think that he'll have a job when we get back.

 

I hate the restaurant business. I really really do. I hate the 'gentleman's agreements' that seem to be rampant in this business that C keeps fucking falling for (my favorite phrase for any of his concepts is - if it ain't on paper & signed - it ain't worth getting excited over). I hate the fact that it's such a situation of backstabbing, powerplaying and grandstanding that seem to end up cutting out the best in both culinary and common sense while letting the lying weeds grow. I hate, hate, hate knowing that I will most likely NEVER able to be completely sure that he will have a job from one day to the next - esp. over some PETTY ass stuff.

3/18/04

*deep breath*

I won't get stressed. I won't. But!

1. I'm almost positive that my beloved maid of honor has been dragging her fucking feet on getting the flowers arranged. If that's the case - it's not that I would be upset - but if I get there and this shit is sprung on me - THEN, I'll get upset.
   


2. The chick who owns the art gallery that I would like the ceremony to be held at is TRIPPING. First - she has questions/issues - and in stead of calling ME - she proceeds to talk to a friend of my mothers, who then talks to my mother, who thn talks to me - the fuck? *sigh* She's now talking about (supposedly) upping the price ANOTHER 50 bucks (so we've gone from 100 to 350) and - she says that she wants/needs a deposit for the chairs (which were ALWAYS included in the price) and that we never set a firm date. THE FUCK? The date's ALWAYS been the same - she never asked for any money early - and gotdamn it why coud she call ME with this stuff instead of this bullshitly beating around the bush stuff? *deeeep breath*
   

So. Yes. That's been today. Ten days left. And nope - I won't be stressed. Either the flowers are there - or I'm empty handed. Either the place has chairs - or everyone has to stand. All that matters is that I'll be marrying my boo-boo. Screw the trappings. I have to talk to the officiant this weekend. *sigh* Soooo not looking forward to this conversation. I need an actor - someone who will say his/her lines, then sittdown and shaddup.

I feel MUCH better than I did yesterday - I think I was jsut TIRED. I went home, and crashed for about 4 hours, then woke up, stayed up till C got home and chatted with him (his job has more damn DRAMA than a soap opera! *shakes head* He want's to quit, (over some male pride bullshit) and I'm telling him that he can't afford to quit - so we'll see how that goes) and finally crashed back out around midnight. I feel - almost floaty today. I think I might make it here til 4 at the earliest - if I wasn't so BORED it would be much better - but this is one of our wiat periods in the hurry up and wait life cycle of this project. I could work on my website - but ehhhh. I haven't got THAT much energy.

I'm conisously trying to gain a LITTLE weight - my dress is the TINIEST bit too big, and I think that 190 should be a good place to hold my self at until after the shindig. I plan on selling the dress ASAP - as even if I was to get married again, I'm not wearing the same bloody dress, and my daughter can damn well pick out her own - no biters here.

TEN DAYS TO GO!