I just did a stage today at Ocean Prime. I was pretty comfortable with what was going on, but I was partnered with a nice African dude, who did not have his English refined to the point that he should train people. He was very fast, but it was very confusing. I just watched for the most part, because that is what I though he told me to do. The reason that the chef told me I wasn't getting the broiler position (which is not the one he said I'd be checking out...) was that he didn't see a whole lot of movement from me. I don't need to run around to watch something, unless it's a person trying to get away from me! He also said he could see, in my eyes, that I was a little intimidated. I was told that it is not normal for them to crank out 100 covers in an hour, but, I said that it was intimidating, because I try not to bullshit people that I want to work with. The confusion of not being able to understand the person training you, having no real explanation of what is happening, and trying to stay out of people's way was not quite what I expected. I did like seeing the way that they operate, but there are some serious issues with cross-contact, and cross-contamination at the place, which surprised me. I'm pretty sure that the chef is impressed with himself, and I'm sure it's with good reason, but if it clouds your judgement, pride can be a very bad thing. He said that if his prep guy can handle a spot on the line, he would need another prep guy, and would give me a call. That would probably be pretty easy money, and I could still tell people I work at a place that sells forty dollar steaks smeared with butter, but this isn't really the kind of food I'm interested in. What I tasted was pretty good, but it seems very heavy. Par for the course at a steakhouse, I s'pose. If I could afford to, I would probably eat there, but not often.
OH! Also, stupid-ass me declined the payment of a free meal! I wasn't feeling very hungry, and didn't realize that I would be by the time I got home! That mistake will never be made by me again.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
I swear I am not high!
I can not seem to stop eating! I have been drawing out my breakfast to las for an hour or longer, waiting about twenty minutes, and then I start grazing. I suppose the problem is probably lack of activity. There was no call back to 24grille, and I have yet to pursue other avenues of employment. Shame on me. With nothing to distract me, I have been free to focus the entirety of my energy on me. This is unhealthy, but very often tasty and indulgent. I have explored the hell out of gluttony before, and have now either relapsed, or made a breakthrough discovery regarding the strange possibility of the contagious natue of pregnancy. My money is on me being a fatass. It is super hot out, lately, but I have sunscreen, and a shopping center within a mile or so of where I will hopefully be waking up, assuming that I have not earned myself a heart attack yet. I'll just walk up there, sweat on rich strangers, and try not so scare any children, but if I don't move around soon, I may just start to rust.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
summer teeth
Family has come and gone, Aunt has died and was buried, living in her condo mostly, still haven't heard back from chef at 24. BLAH! I guess I will move on from what seemed like a certainty, as it now looks much less likey and summer is running out of patience. What next? No se. I will try to get a bartending shift or two, hopefully find a restaurant to learn at, and maybe even figure out where we are going to live in the fall! AAAHHH! I finally started practicing my tourne today. That proved that I need to keep practicing it. I will also need to get my hands back in proper shape for regular, human knife work.
Went to Shehrezad for dinner. I think some butthole fell into the falafel. That made everything taste terrible to me. Before, pretty good. My dinner was JUST little slivers of overcooked lamb and steamed carrots, broccolli, and cauliflower. Lots of each, when instead, they could have actually made a composed dish. Fucking ridiculous. Their soup sucks, too. I love falafel! It is easy, delicious, and cheap! I thought at first that it was the tahini, but got more, and tasted it by itself, and it was just funky, bad falafel! Beyond that, my sister is ULTRA pissy lately, and taking EVERYTHING very personally. She has a hair trigger on that bitch switch, and is always ready to ruin a ploeasant time. Lovely. She was extra bitchy because she had steered us back to this Middle Eastern mediocrity instead of Amici's, an amazing pizza place in Royal Oak. She wanted something lighter than pizza and salad because she has an intense workout planned for the morning. So, instead of vegan pizza, and salad, it was fried chickpeas, pureed chickpeas, and an oily-ass salad. Seemed like a pretty dense alternative. Her favorite responses are "whatever" and "no! nevermind!" followed by averted gaze and tense silence. I guess she's fine elsewhere, which makes her shitty attitude even more upsetting. I'm getting attitude for being disgusted by crappy food!
Whatever. Nevermind. I just don't like other people forcing their negativity on to situations where ALL parties involved were happy and having fun. She is such a brat sometimes. She yells at me for having fun, then yells at me more for being pissed that I'm not allowed to have fun!
I look forward to the school year, which will be kicked off early with the first ICC practice on August 23+24! I will almost certainly be too busy to worry about other peoples' turbulent emotions, but hopefully not too busy to focus on school, and maybe even work.
There is a birthday bbq on the thirtieth before any of that! I am going to bake some beans, use some of my mango chutney in them, and hopefully get it together enough to do some horseradish-cheddar grits.maybe I can pickle some veggies, too. I might have to pop in at the restaurant to borrow a couple of burners and a refrigerator for this project. I am not loving the flat range here, and a jar of hot bacon grease allowed it's bottom to secede from the walls, covering me in very hot, porky napalm the other day. It could have been way worse, as I was in flip flops and did not burn or cut my toes. I am also very glad that I chose to wear jeans and a shirt. The shirt, which took a big splattering, was donated to the cleanup effort, and was retired afterward. It will be missed.
Went to Shehrezad for dinner. I think some butthole fell into the falafel. That made everything taste terrible to me. Before, pretty good. My dinner was JUST little slivers of overcooked lamb and steamed carrots, broccolli, and cauliflower. Lots of each, when instead, they could have actually made a composed dish. Fucking ridiculous. Their soup sucks, too. I love falafel! It is easy, delicious, and cheap! I thought at first that it was the tahini, but got more, and tasted it by itself, and it was just funky, bad falafel! Beyond that, my sister is ULTRA pissy lately, and taking EVERYTHING very personally. She has a hair trigger on that bitch switch, and is always ready to ruin a ploeasant time. Lovely. She was extra bitchy because she had steered us back to this Middle Eastern mediocrity instead of Amici's, an amazing pizza place in Royal Oak. She wanted something lighter than pizza and salad because she has an intense workout planned for the morning. So, instead of vegan pizza, and salad, it was fried chickpeas, pureed chickpeas, and an oily-ass salad. Seemed like a pretty dense alternative. Her favorite responses are "whatever" and "no! nevermind!" followed by averted gaze and tense silence. I guess she's fine elsewhere, which makes her shitty attitude even more upsetting. I'm getting attitude for being disgusted by crappy food!
Whatever. Nevermind. I just don't like other people forcing their negativity on to situations where ALL parties involved were happy and having fun. She is such a brat sometimes. She yells at me for having fun, then yells at me more for being pissed that I'm not allowed to have fun!
I look forward to the school year, which will be kicked off early with the first ICC practice on August 23+24! I will almost certainly be too busy to worry about other peoples' turbulent emotions, but hopefully not too busy to focus on school, and maybe even work.
There is a birthday bbq on the thirtieth before any of that! I am going to bake some beans, use some of my mango chutney in them, and hopefully get it together enough to do some horseradish-cheddar grits.maybe I can pickle some veggies, too. I might have to pop in at the restaurant to borrow a couple of burners and a refrigerator for this project. I am not loving the flat range here, and a jar of hot bacon grease allowed it's bottom to secede from the walls, covering me in very hot, porky napalm the other day. It could have been way worse, as I was in flip flops and did not burn or cut my toes. I am also very glad that I chose to wear jeans and a shirt. The shirt, which took a big splattering, was donated to the cleanup effort, and was retired afterward. It will be missed.
Friday, June 15, 2012
ALSO!
I did get an A+ in my beverage class. That put me at 8 A+s and 6 As for the year. Nice turn-around for a dropout. My mom drove out to meet me in Providence. We ate more awesome food than I could have without her, and she got to see a pretty good deal of the area.took the really long way home, time wise, not distance wise, hung out with Aunt Sharie, her cousin in law who talks about porn at the dinner table, and his daughter, who has to deal with her dad bringing up porno movies at the dinner table. Lovely. Made a nice pork tenderloin with celeriac-tater mash, spare grass, and a little mirepoix+puffed quinoa salad on top, and for breakfast the next day, a grits casserole with chevre (Vermont Creamery, the stuff we had a school... SO tasty), grilled oyster shrooms, radishes, bacon, parsley, scallions... I dunno. It was pretty smangin' but I thing the flavor of the chicken stock was way too assertive for the dish. Whatever, they want to know next time I'm travelling so they can come eat my food. That's it, back to the Scotch.
Do you kids like magic?
Wanna see me make this Scotch disappear?
What an exciting adventure! Since coming home, I have only gone out with friends twice, helped watch my lung-cancery (great) aunt's decline progress, helped move her shit to the mother house in Monroe,MI (she's a nun, and they turned part of the massive, incredible complex into nursing care), and been witness to her apparently losing her mind. Maybe it's the morphine, maybe it is a guilty conscience, maybe it is osmosis from being around people with lesser faculties. She has been panicking in the mornings, and calling everybody, saying they need to come help immediately (from two hours away, during work), and then being fine. Everybody here is running out of patience with this, and she is apparently convinced that all of the other nuns there are out to get her (or after her money, I don't know). Wow, awesome summer so far for all involved! It might sound harsh, but you might be a little too far removed from the situation to appreciate the bizarre twists the story has taken.
Some fun has finally been had. I finally made it to 24grille with a resume. The chef, who was sitting with his kids, nearly ready to go to their soccer game, came over to talk to me, an unannounced guest for about a half of an hour. Then he asked if there was anything on the bar menu that I wanted to try, finally sold me on it on the second attempt, and I tried the game hen rillette which was a perfect little lunch. He also said the he would take care of my beer, make the calls to get me in at any other restaurant I might be interested in, and offered to start filling out paper work to qualify the time I spend there toward my internship for school. That could potentially save me a trimester's tuition. Wow. Amazing guy, great food, and I hope to be a part of that operation. It sounded hopeful.
Then today started with a frantic wake up, moms was downstairs tapping out a coffee dealie, and it sounded like someone was beating down the front door. That was three hours after I got to sleep. Auntie Blanche, who finally came up to visit her dying sister, was also awooked by them shits. Next, at 9:10am, or five hours after falling sleepwisey, the calls from the mother house started, on my phone which got cut off shortly after the call started, with somebody telling me that Sr Mary is panicking and blah blah think the medication is making her paranoid, blah. Well, I called back on the house phone, aunt Mary answered, and said that she needed my help right away. Mind you, this is an 87 year old woman who can not breathe well and is having a bad trip. She told me to tell my mother, who was at work and who was interrupted in a similar fashion the preceding day at her somewhat new job, that she needed to respond immediately, and to call George and tell him not to sign anything and not to come out there, and to call her as soon as possible. Wow, what a fucked up way to start my day when I'm already sleepy and basically stoned on out of control allergies in a house with two cats. Did not know what to do, talked and texted to the people I needed to, talked to one of the broads at the mother house, and she said aunt Mary thinks they are trying to keep her there (they are, because she needs constant care), and they are trying to prevent her from making phone calls. The next one I talked to said everything was fine and she was just upset about her phone not working right, and IT is coming to check it out, and there was a problem with all of the phones there Monday. Great. Well, George had told me he'd call and get back to us, apparently he quit his golf game and went out there, somebody else cancelled appointment with a couple of clients and went out there. I talked to another nurse from a different hospice about changes in meds and withdrawals from the morphine being a part of this mess, she said she would follow up with the hospice out there in Monroe, and everything sounded like I couldn't do anything about it and it might be weird junky paranoia anyway. So I got showered, suppressed the feeling that I was ignoring pleas for help, and took Auntie Blanche Marie to the casino.
I had dreaded the trip, even though I'd suggested it, as last time she was here, we took her to the MGM Grand and watched her zombie out on the slots for hours and refuse to even come to eat with us. This time, mom wasn't there, she gave me fifty bucks to play with, we had a big-ass lunch that a really super-nice guy with a baby hand bought for us with his comps. I tried a few different salads, about ten different things from the entree line (it was a classy-ass buffet, Palette), and probably seven desserts! WOWWY! AND COFFEE!!! Then we waddled out onto the gambling floor. I had some awesome luck with the machines I found, and made some horrible decisions while at them. The fifty bucks dwindled a little, then I got it to a hundred, then it dropped, then I got it up, and down, and on another machine up to 110+ and then to not that much, got eighty dollhairs of my own out of the ATM, and slowly turned the full amount into about twenty cents. The whole time, I was admiring the psychological process that I was participating in, thinking about how "now I'm just going to play twenty-five cents" win fifty cents, bet seventy five cents, think "here is a fifty cent donation to your facility" and just press on, thinking that this machine loved me the same way that I loved it, and we could repair this failing relationship if I just tried a little more. I know that I should quit while ahead, and it occurred to me repeatedly during the process. I take full responsibility for my actions.
Next, the drive home started to resemble Gilligan's Island. I wanted to see how fast taking I-75 from Detroit to Rochester was, got to chatting, wasn't using my phone's gps, as I know what fucking exit I wanted, I do this all the time!, and just didn't pay attention to anything but staying in the lines, and not swearing in front of Blanchie. I didn't see any landmarks, and definitely didn't see the Crooks exit. AB saw a Dixie Hwy sign and insisted that I was driving toward Monroe. I was on I-75 SOUTH, g-darnit! That was right, I even talked to my moms, told her what we were passing, and she said we were heading the right way. I think that was after I'd already missed the exit. We ended up about half way into the state before I gave up, got off (ooh! another issue, the exits are like three miles apart out by Holly, MI!) and switched on the GPS. We made it home, at some Thai, everybody else has since gone to bed, and I am now drinking Scotch, the effects of which seem to be amplified by my cat allergy, and thinking about running away. I just hope to get back in the kitchen soon, and I am thinking about trying to tend some bar a night or two per week. Now I just need to see what kind of mullet I can sprout over the summer, and hope the hissy fits and panic attacks stop with everybody. Goodnight!
What an exciting adventure! Since coming home, I have only gone out with friends twice, helped watch my lung-cancery (great) aunt's decline progress, helped move her shit to the mother house in Monroe,MI (she's a nun, and they turned part of the massive, incredible complex into nursing care), and been witness to her apparently losing her mind. Maybe it's the morphine, maybe it is a guilty conscience, maybe it is osmosis from being around people with lesser faculties. She has been panicking in the mornings, and calling everybody, saying they need to come help immediately (from two hours away, during work), and then being fine. Everybody here is running out of patience with this, and she is apparently convinced that all of the other nuns there are out to get her (or after her money, I don't know). Wow, awesome summer so far for all involved! It might sound harsh, but you might be a little too far removed from the situation to appreciate the bizarre twists the story has taken.
Some fun has finally been had. I finally made it to 24grille with a resume. The chef, who was sitting with his kids, nearly ready to go to their soccer game, came over to talk to me, an unannounced guest for about a half of an hour. Then he asked if there was anything on the bar menu that I wanted to try, finally sold me on it on the second attempt, and I tried the game hen rillette which was a perfect little lunch. He also said the he would take care of my beer, make the calls to get me in at any other restaurant I might be interested in, and offered to start filling out paper work to qualify the time I spend there toward my internship for school. That could potentially save me a trimester's tuition. Wow. Amazing guy, great food, and I hope to be a part of that operation. It sounded hopeful.
Then today started with a frantic wake up, moms was downstairs tapping out a coffee dealie, and it sounded like someone was beating down the front door. That was three hours after I got to sleep. Auntie Blanche, who finally came up to visit her dying sister, was also awooked by them shits. Next, at 9:10am, or five hours after falling sleepwisey, the calls from the mother house started, on my phone which got cut off shortly after the call started, with somebody telling me that Sr Mary is panicking and blah blah think the medication is making her paranoid, blah. Well, I called back on the house phone, aunt Mary answered, and said that she needed my help right away. Mind you, this is an 87 year old woman who can not breathe well and is having a bad trip. She told me to tell my mother, who was at work and who was interrupted in a similar fashion the preceding day at her somewhat new job, that she needed to respond immediately, and to call George and tell him not to sign anything and not to come out there, and to call her as soon as possible. Wow, what a fucked up way to start my day when I'm already sleepy and basically stoned on out of control allergies in a house with two cats. Did not know what to do, talked and texted to the people I needed to, talked to one of the broads at the mother house, and she said aunt Mary thinks they are trying to keep her there (they are, because she needs constant care), and they are trying to prevent her from making phone calls. The next one I talked to said everything was fine and she was just upset about her phone not working right, and IT is coming to check it out, and there was a problem with all of the phones there Monday. Great. Well, George had told me he'd call and get back to us, apparently he quit his golf game and went out there, somebody else cancelled appointment with a couple of clients and went out there. I talked to another nurse from a different hospice about changes in meds and withdrawals from the morphine being a part of this mess, she said she would follow up with the hospice out there in Monroe, and everything sounded like I couldn't do anything about it and it might be weird junky paranoia anyway. So I got showered, suppressed the feeling that I was ignoring pleas for help, and took Auntie Blanche Marie to the casino.
I had dreaded the trip, even though I'd suggested it, as last time she was here, we took her to the MGM Grand and watched her zombie out on the slots for hours and refuse to even come to eat with us. This time, mom wasn't there, she gave me fifty bucks to play with, we had a big-ass lunch that a really super-nice guy with a baby hand bought for us with his comps. I tried a few different salads, about ten different things from the entree line (it was a classy-ass buffet, Palette), and probably seven desserts! WOWWY! AND COFFEE!!! Then we waddled out onto the gambling floor. I had some awesome luck with the machines I found, and made some horrible decisions while at them. The fifty bucks dwindled a little, then I got it to a hundred, then it dropped, then I got it up, and down, and on another machine up to 110+ and then to not that much, got eighty dollhairs of my own out of the ATM, and slowly turned the full amount into about twenty cents. The whole time, I was admiring the psychological process that I was participating in, thinking about how "now I'm just going to play twenty-five cents" win fifty cents, bet seventy five cents, think "here is a fifty cent donation to your facility" and just press on, thinking that this machine loved me the same way that I loved it, and we could repair this failing relationship if I just tried a little more. I know that I should quit while ahead, and it occurred to me repeatedly during the process. I take full responsibility for my actions.
Next, the drive home started to resemble Gilligan's Island. I wanted to see how fast taking I-75 from Detroit to Rochester was, got to chatting, wasn't using my phone's gps, as I know what fucking exit I wanted, I do this all the time!, and just didn't pay attention to anything but staying in the lines, and not swearing in front of Blanchie. I didn't see any landmarks, and definitely didn't see the Crooks exit. AB saw a Dixie Hwy sign and insisted that I was driving toward Monroe. I was on I-75 SOUTH, g-darnit! That was right, I even talked to my moms, told her what we were passing, and she said we were heading the right way. I think that was after I'd already missed the exit. We ended up about half way into the state before I gave up, got off (ooh! another issue, the exits are like three miles apart out by Holly, MI!) and switched on the GPS. We made it home, at some Thai, everybody else has since gone to bed, and I am now drinking Scotch, the effects of which seem to be amplified by my cat allergy, and thinking about running away. I just hope to get back in the kitchen soon, and I am thinking about trying to tend some bar a night or two per week. Now I just need to see what kind of mullet I can sprout over the summer, and hope the hissy fits and panic attacks stop with everybody. Goodnight!
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
JUICE!!!!
Almost there! Tomorrow is the final and, wine and mixology practical exams, then I will have officially completed a year of college. Harambee! Moved some more stuff out to my car, the truck is packed and there are a few dealies in the back seat. Not sure how the rest of it will be managed, but I have 34 hours and 46 minutes to figure it out.
Craig left this afternoon, not without difficulties... I'll be sure to hit him up in the winter, after he completes his Disney internship. I can't wait to hear how well he did or about how they kicked him out of the kitchen and made him work as a mascot. TBC... Still trying to figure out where trash goes. They close the trash room a few days ago, declared a fifty dollar fine for leaving garbage in the halls or bathrooms (which has been ignored), and volunteered no instuctions or suggestions about where to take our refuse! I initially suggested throwing everything out oh the window, but the decision against that was unanimous.
What else? I got stationed directly across from d-bag Mike in the mixology lab, so I have to deal with him being a spazz, being very proud of himself, and watch him do everything very quickly and incorrectly. I have watched him cheat, flipping though his notebook during an exam, and today he broke his glass mixer by scooping ice with it, which he has been expressly instructed to not do! Being from Detroit, possibly the origin of "snitches get stitches", I have witheld this information, even when he told the teacher that it was because of the cheap glasses we use. It is a quarter-inch pint glass, not a flimsy wine glass. I am really tempted to talk to the teacher about this after class tomorrow. I should also tell him about all of the cigarette breaks bad Mike has been sneaking off for. Two withing fifteen minutes today. He was supposed to have zero. I really hope that if I ever see that jerk again, it is on Cops, and he is resisting arrest.
Some good news. I tried out for the ICC team for next year, and got the spot. It sounds like it will be a tremendous time and energy commitment, I heard one girl say forty hours of practice per week, but what an exciting opportunity. They said it was my temperament and the way that I got along with the current team members that got me the spot. I felt pretty good about the work I did at the try-out, and progressively better, and more confident about the job I had done. My tourne still sucks, but I saw some that were just bigger around than pencils. It'll look great on my resume, and hopefully get me functioning on a higher capacity. I will be an alternate for skills, I learned today, but I feel like I should be able to catch my tourne up to the others by the end of the summer. The first meeting will be August 23rd+24th, and I said I could probably figure out a way to get out here for that. hopefully the train will be reasonable, or a cheap flight. Last choice will be with Mega Bus. I hate spending money to come visit so close to the start of the school year, but this is an investment that should have a return, and, depending on when classes start, it might be a pretty reasonable time to move back and get set up... wherever I am living.
Not sure where we are staying next year. I would like to start a dinner club (supper club?) and have dinner parties with different friends hosting and taking turns cooking meals for whoever shows up. Five or ten dollars/plate, maybe a cheap wine or beer, and just be awesome, and do awesome things. The plan right now is for Brian, Han, David (another Korean... uh oh), and I to find a suitable apartment for the four of us to stay in together. The issue is finding an arrangement everyone can agree on. No big surprise, but there are an awful lot of tempting options with awesoome sounding people to just rent a room for myself. These strangers would probably support having dinner parties, too, and there might be way less farting and fart noises to tolerate. I would like to live very close, but that might involve looking up and down blocks here, instead of just browsing Craigslist (the real one, though I would like to see a list put together by the Craig Factor). Brian and Nikki are going to check out something-something at Kent Farms (?) tomorrow at three o'clock. I have serious doubts about a place where you have to rent the window unit air conditioner for the year as a seperate cost, and where there are only three bedrooms for four people. I haven't really minded sharing a room THAT much, but how do you decide who has to share? Is their rent cheaper? Han volunteered to sleep in the dining room... Not sure about that arrangement. I feel like it isn't really worth sweating over until closer to the start date.
So what is next? Try to finish this class with an A+, which would give me a total of 8 A+s and 6 As. If that doesn't work out, I guess I can settle for seven of each. Then, show Lilas around PVD for a couple of days, race our cars back to PA and stay with Sharie for a day or so, and then go HOME! Real home, not South Hall 207 home, where so many people have the daily goal of destroying the toilets and not washing their hands! Once there, I will take a week to put out resumes at respectable restaurants, try to clean the house up, and the work my lil buns off for a few months, and try to pay off my credit cards. Yay... Then I get to do it all over again, and try to get an internship for next summer. I think I really want the one in Hawaii, after talking to Mr. Weill about it. He lived there for four years, and at dinner while we were discussing it, he just kind of leaned back smiling, and said "go to Hawaii." I don't take a lot of convincing sometimes. The New York or Chicago internship can wait until senior year. I should swap this daydreaming for regular dreaming.
Craig left this afternoon, not without difficulties... I'll be sure to hit him up in the winter, after he completes his Disney internship. I can't wait to hear how well he did or about how they kicked him out of the kitchen and made him work as a mascot. TBC... Still trying to figure out where trash goes. They close the trash room a few days ago, declared a fifty dollar fine for leaving garbage in the halls or bathrooms (which has been ignored), and volunteered no instuctions or suggestions about where to take our refuse! I initially suggested throwing everything out oh the window, but the decision against that was unanimous.
What else? I got stationed directly across from d-bag Mike in the mixology lab, so I have to deal with him being a spazz, being very proud of himself, and watch him do everything very quickly and incorrectly. I have watched him cheat, flipping though his notebook during an exam, and today he broke his glass mixer by scooping ice with it, which he has been expressly instructed to not do! Being from Detroit, possibly the origin of "snitches get stitches", I have witheld this information, even when he told the teacher that it was because of the cheap glasses we use. It is a quarter-inch pint glass, not a flimsy wine glass. I am really tempted to talk to the teacher about this after class tomorrow. I should also tell him about all of the cigarette breaks bad Mike has been sneaking off for. Two withing fifteen minutes today. He was supposed to have zero. I really hope that if I ever see that jerk again, it is on Cops, and he is resisting arrest.
Some good news. I tried out for the ICC team for next year, and got the spot. It sounds like it will be a tremendous time and energy commitment, I heard one girl say forty hours of practice per week, but what an exciting opportunity. They said it was my temperament and the way that I got along with the current team members that got me the spot. I felt pretty good about the work I did at the try-out, and progressively better, and more confident about the job I had done. My tourne still sucks, but I saw some that were just bigger around than pencils. It'll look great on my resume, and hopefully get me functioning on a higher capacity. I will be an alternate for skills, I learned today, but I feel like I should be able to catch my tourne up to the others by the end of the summer. The first meeting will be August 23rd+24th, and I said I could probably figure out a way to get out here for that. hopefully the train will be reasonable, or a cheap flight. Last choice will be with Mega Bus. I hate spending money to come visit so close to the start of the school year, but this is an investment that should have a return, and, depending on when classes start, it might be a pretty reasonable time to move back and get set up... wherever I am living.
Not sure where we are staying next year. I would like to start a dinner club (supper club?) and have dinner parties with different friends hosting and taking turns cooking meals for whoever shows up. Five or ten dollars/plate, maybe a cheap wine or beer, and just be awesome, and do awesome things. The plan right now is for Brian, Han, David (another Korean... uh oh), and I to find a suitable apartment for the four of us to stay in together. The issue is finding an arrangement everyone can agree on. No big surprise, but there are an awful lot of tempting options with awesoome sounding people to just rent a room for myself. These strangers would probably support having dinner parties, too, and there might be way less farting and fart noises to tolerate. I would like to live very close, but that might involve looking up and down blocks here, instead of just browsing Craigslist (the real one, though I would like to see a list put together by the Craig Factor). Brian and Nikki are going to check out something-something at Kent Farms (?) tomorrow at three o'clock. I have serious doubts about a place where you have to rent the window unit air conditioner for the year as a seperate cost, and where there are only three bedrooms for four people. I haven't really minded sharing a room THAT much, but how do you decide who has to share? Is their rent cheaper? Han volunteered to sleep in the dining room... Not sure about that arrangement. I feel like it isn't really worth sweating over until closer to the start date.
So what is next? Try to finish this class with an A+, which would give me a total of 8 A+s and 6 As. If that doesn't work out, I guess I can settle for seven of each. Then, show Lilas around PVD for a couple of days, race our cars back to PA and stay with Sharie for a day or so, and then go HOME! Real home, not South Hall 207 home, where so many people have the daily goal of destroying the toilets and not washing their hands! Once there, I will take a week to put out resumes at respectable restaurants, try to clean the house up, and the work my lil buns off for a few months, and try to pay off my credit cards. Yay... Then I get to do it all over again, and try to get an internship for next summer. I think I really want the one in Hawaii, after talking to Mr. Weill about it. He lived there for four years, and at dinner while we were discussing it, he just kind of leaned back smiling, and said "go to Hawaii." I don't take a lot of convincing sometimes. The New York or Chicago internship can wait until senior year. I should swap this daydreaming for regular dreaming.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Kill me, Billy!
I had always assumed that the "finals week" nonsense I heard about was referencing stresses caused by deadlines and tests. I guess it could change, as there is a week and a half left, but so far, my distractions have not been related to my studies. My car shat in my lap Saturday, the day before my sister arrived. Instead of doing what I wanted, I waited for a tow truck. Later found out that the repairs would be costing me right around fifteen hundred shmollars. My rental car, which I was told repeatedly to just rent for the one day and extend it if I needed to, was a 2012 Altima. That was very nice. Upon returning the car, after having extended the rental, I learned that the $25/day rate was only for the weekend. During the week it is $76/day. Two-hundred and change for about two and a half days. By now, my butt is getting pretty darn sore. Had I known, I would have found a tandem bicycle to rent instead. Them yesterday after class, during which I got stuck with douchebag mike at dinner, Craig told me that GRA Abishek said that the drywall patch that has been here longer than any of us, qualifies as damage to the room and we will be charged if we didn't paint it for them. Silly me, I think that they should apologize for making us look at it all year. I totally understand why someone might have punched a hole in the wall in the first place, but I am taking the cheaper, less healthy route, and internalizing my rage. All of this is happening right before the ICC tryout Friday. Very distracting stuff, but it will all be over soon, right? This place and the inept half of the people who work here can all suck my butt, I've got stuff to handle.
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