August 29, 2011 1:28AM
Find My Place
The world wears you down.
Today was tiring... I felt ready for bed when I got home, and I've been in some what of a haze since that point really. I'm finding it difficult to recall the exact order of things from today, as it all kind of blends together in this one long nightmarish series of events.
I decided to go in to work a bit early this morning, but not too early, as I was tired, and when you are tired and it's 6:00am, it's really hard to give a shit, but I ended up getting up around 7:20ish or something and having a normal breakfast of toast and coffee. I called a cab, as I always have to do on Sunday's and made it to work around 8:20am or so, early enough that it's still considered starting early. Coming in early would give me a chance to get organized and start making sure brunch would be on time, mainly because I usually have from 7am to 10am, but not today, so getting a few extra minutes would help me out, I figured.
Continental was very busy, but it was mostly taken care of by other people than myself, and Brunch was put out on time besides the meat, which got used up on the continental, so we were waiting stupid bacon to cook before we could put it out. Brunch was very busy as well, and due to circumstances out of our control, mainly being low on almost all our product, we had to replace our crepe station with a pancake station, and a few other tweaks, and most of the morning was spent cleaning up after the insane explosion that is brunch prep that happened for a couple hours prior, and the rest of the time was spent replenishing the food.
It wasn't until produce was finally delivered around 1:00pm or something that I could actually start work on the wedding. I got the cucumber ring salads out of the way, and made mousse... it was busy. The kitchen filled up with staff, there was like.. six of us there or something (including cafe). At one point the pit was such a disaster that Mark and I did quite a few dishes, just because we were kind of ahead with the wedding, we had finished everything for it and breakfast was ready for the next day, so it seemed like a good use of time. Also, later on before the plating but after everything was ready, Tom and I cleaned out the produce fridge and really organized the shit out of it, which felt good, since it was kind of a disaster after the weekend of huge dinners.
The plating went perfectly, and I do have to say that Mark and I knocked it out of the park (with help from Kyle and Tom ... naturally... aaatssssstsssst) and nothing went wrong. Everything was ready on time, we were relaxed, ready to go when needed, all that. We just kicked ass, and we were at a disadvantage... we ran out of so much stuff, or at least got really low on stuff, produce was delivered late, breakfast and brunch were full and busy, and Mark had never done a banquet before. It felt good, to perform so well, when I'm sure everyone was worried. Fuck them, that's what I say.
I got a ride home with Mark and his parents, which was very much appreciated since Sunday busses suck balls, and I didn't want to pay for another cab. Once I got home, I cooked a microwaveable PC lasagna for dinner, and there wasn't anything recorded to watch, so I kind of paniced and put on actual tv, which was America's Got Talen, a show that is somewhat almost kind of maybe entertaining, but it was something to watch, so I wasn't complaining. I ate dinner, and just kind of melted on the couch, I just felt drained and tired. I spent most the evening trying my best to edit videos but Final Cut Pro sucks dick as far as figuring out anything, so I eventually gave up and instead of editing three seperate videos into one video, I just uploaded them all as single videos, so whatever, who cares.
I feel like I'll have more to write tomorrow, just because I'm so tired right now, I don't feel like I can really do anything justice, and I'm probably forgetting a bunch of crap, or remembering wrong... whatever.
Tomorrow is a day off, so I'll probably do some house cleaning, maybe laundry (but probably not), and then after all that, probably just play some games, maybe read a bit... the normal day off stuff... just try to relax as best I can, try to be comfortable. As for right now, I'm going to go to sleep!
808 words
Timeline
- I lived on Langarth St.
- I worked at Windermere
- Broken up but living with Michelle
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