we adopted a dog from the shelter
he's 9 weeks old...we've had him for 4 days
we named him max
he is half weimeraner half chow chow
at this time, he knows to pee pee outside
he sits on command and will wait to eat a snack
until i say the word "ok"
he's becoming bratty coz everyone carries him around and babies him
one of the former chef instructors stopped by the lounge tonight...yucky. he's one of those assheads who thinks coz he went to europe he's so dope. **knock knock** hey fartknocker...lots of us go to europe...all that it involves is a) a passport b)money c)the ability to read a street map. i would laugh my ass off at school when he would talk about europe this and europe that. Bwaaa hahahha... Been there, done that and a few other continents too. Also, he is one of those men who thinks he's finer than her really is. Guess what -- he ain't. Of course some sadly stated fashionistas were with him and after a few of their fake laughs they left the lounge. (i was watching from the surveillance cam in the back office.) i was far too busy tonight for small talk and such. also I don't have anything to say.
it's becoming a bad habit. i don't like talking to anyone anymore and even avoid my regulars all together. it's a shame coz they really do like me. i have fans i guess. one night i was out in the front lounge chatting up the customers and t---- laughed and said hey, you are actually out here get back in your cage you like it there. hahaha. fuckin fucker. there was another thing in the paper today and in another paper. so it's raining customers again. Bleh. Good reviews as usual.
i'm tired today. i've been working out for almost a month now. i work 4 hours on the pastry and cakes, then i go to the gym for a couple hours, then i come back to work for another 4-5 hours. i feel better. but i still think working out is overrated. i would rather smoke a joint and watch cartoons.
did i mention my cakes were on tv and everyone ooh-ed and aah-ed. Some of the newsdesk reporters even called dibs on that shit. hhaha. i don't ever wanna be in the paper or tv. i just wanna be the invisible pastry chef. look at my work don't look at me.
I see all these little kids strollin' into the dessert lounge. Wearin their fucking Miami Vice Coloured Izod Lacoste shirts, with the collars flipped up. I see their putrid little girlfriends wearing that putrid side of the head ponytail and that rainbow brite eyeshadow. I see way too much lipgloss as if the porkchops were grubbed sans fork. Oh and their arrogance is just surreal. What possibly could they have accomplished by their late teens that they are going to treat my staff as if they should be served. What possibly could fill their heads with such bullshit that they would believe it is acceptable to act so snottily...
A whole generation of shitheads and fartknockers raised on unworthy praise. I was told by a manager all that M------ wants to hear from you is that she did a good job. I replied in a chilling voice," I will tell her that WHEN she does a good job. I will not undermine this establishment by handing out false praise, what I will do is hand out encouragement and positive reinforcement..." That was the end of THAT conversation. But I see so many people raised on false praise thereby giving false self worth, thus leading to piss poor behaviours.
Look...I'm getting flashbacks to elementary school and just like the arrogant twits of my childhood, these arrogant unenlightened asspleats are just as shitty. Yuck. I didn't like the 80's then and I won't like them now. And I thought those haircuts died, but again I see bangs that could pick up barstools and way too much fuckin hairspray...
Yuck yuck yuck.
They have the same monikers of noveau wealth. So many of these little fuckheads live under the false safety of their parents money. But KNOW this...arizona money is not equivalent to reality money. Reality money means a higher cost of living and surroundings that aren't manicured to dwell within temperatures moderated by airconditioning. I see in them a total aloofness to surroundings and the world. I see that whole shallow personae and being in the now. Living in today as an enlightened creature is one thing. Living in the now as arrogant fluffheads just twists my fuckin' hipsters. Gross, grossity gross gross gross.
Why does everyone think their networth equal their self worth. I think I want to be a cocooniere again, away from the world with just my paintbrushes. That's all. I see in so many youngsters an absence of awareness; awareness of their environment, of others, of a bigger world and a truer existence. And even though my initial feeling is repulsion, my deeper feeling is sadness.
I am sad, that these will be the people charged with my old age. Believe me when I tell you I would rather be caned than trust such blind individuals.
