So, comparing from my last post, which was kind of a new year's resolution post 9 months ago, I've created more debt for myself, blogged the least ever in a year, but have managed to lose at least 10 pounds. Scales all vary, and I haven't kept track over the course of actually trying to lose weight, but I've lost 2 belt sizes comfortably, the third size is really close to being gone. I am actually wearing my belt 3 sizes smaller than it was 9 months ago right now, and I have to say, it's only a little snug. The more important thing is my ego feels good wearing it.
Anyway, I have a new job at C Level, a restaurant on the bay. I was working there and Old Town Mexican Cafe at the same time for about a month, but decided I wasn't happy working in Old Town anymore. As much as I loved everyone I worked with, and I could honestly say they were like a second family, I really hated the stressful environment. Not only that, the ownership fired all of the illegal employees a while back, something I think I blogged about when it happened, and hate to repeat myself, but after that, I knew I would quit at some point. So once I found another job that I was happy with, moved home so I didn't have to pay rent, and didn't want to come home angry at customers AND my workplace anymore, I quit Old Town Mex.
Now my job consists of bringing food to tables, and sometimes helping servers or the kitchen out here and there.I'll get refills or plates and silverware for tables, or I'll stock stuff for the kitchen. I hardly have to talk to customers, C Level itself is like a well-oiled machine, and I make pretty good money. I'm extremely comfortable and content.
One thing that's weird is how I still get annoyed with customers though. I went from Old Town where the customers were generally cheap, and/or really critical of Mexican food, to C Level, where everybody is generally older, pretty rich, and really psyched to be at the restaurant. Both typical customers annoy me equally. And I don't even talk to the customers I deal with at C Level for more than 30 seconds. Just earlier tonight, I delivered a soup to a guy and he had stuff in front of him, and he didn't move it in the time that I said, "Hey, how are you? I have a lobster bisque for you." So, I put the soup a little in front of him, so that I wouldn't put it on top of anything, and he said, "Why don't you put it in front of me, where I can eat it?"
On a positive note, this job is my favorite that I've had. The ratio of ease to money made is amazing. I also like the people I work with, I like the management, and I'm actually impressed by the way the Cohn family runs everything. More specifically, I almost lost my job this weekend. I'll skip the story for your time's sake, and also because I don't want it on the internet. But the bottom line is, I missed a lunch shift entirely, I wasn't available until 3:15 pm(my shift was at 11:30 am). And I hadn't called to let them know I wasn't able to make it to work. I told them I had a family emergency, and they let me pick up a shift that evening.
I have to take some credit for this, because they clearly like me and the work I do(which is badass, cuz they're a really good restaurant)(but, it's kinda sad that I'm proud of my restaurant-working abilities), but their forgiveness was not only unexpected, but really appreciated.
Oh yeah, and I'm taking French for the hell of it and I have an A at present. Adieu, mes amis.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Monday, January 2, 2012
New Year Post
Most specifically because Andres told me I should, I've added blogging more to my resolutions list. The other resolutions are getting out of debt, and losing weight. I know, I'm such a cliche. But what better time to get my shit together than the start of a new year?
2011 was pretty interesting for me. If I were to sum it up quickly, I suppose I'd say it wasn't the best year, but I did alright. I moved out, I made new friends, I sucked in school. But I also feel like I am doing what many people don't get to do, which is being a lost 20-something in search of a true calling. I'm not really proud of my situation but I do realize there is positivity in it. I admire all of my friends who graduated college already, I think it's pretty hard to do so quickly. I've recently decided I might try to transfer schools. To where, I don't know yet, but I never did like SDSU. And, while I'm still an aimless 20-something with little responsibility, I'd like to go somewhere I'd be content with. So we will see.
In recent news, I really enjoyed the holidays this year. Pennsylvania with the Myers family was therapeutic. While I have extremely little in common with my family in a lot of ways, they are all very warm people. When you don't see family, you forget what it's like to have family. The genuine feeling that they care about me so much was really cool. And, relative to thoughts above, their caring about me and their apparent feeling that I'm going to be hugely successful at some point is a reminder that I can't be a fuck-up. It's a lot of pressure, but it is nice knowing that people have such high regard for me.
My aunt, uncle, and cousin are really religious, as are my dad and stepmom. So everybody went to church on Christmas Day, but I got to sleep in, which was so much better than church. Days at Grandma's house were spent playing board games, eating a lot, and chatting. My grandma asked who I was going to vote for, and I successfully avoided an awkward politics conversation by saying I wasn't going to vote. Everyone in the family is very Republican (my uncle said his only real news source is Fox News) and I wasn't going to open up the can of Obama worms. For the record, though, I'll probably vote for Obama.
Nights, though, were spent drinking beer in the basement and playing darts. One night my dad and uncle played, the others were just me, my brother, and cousin. It was one of the rare times I saw my dad truly happy. He's usually exhausted from working two jobs, so he always seems grumpy and drained. But seeing him laughing and stuff made him look like a giddy little kid, it was like looking outside and seeing a sunny day after a week of gray ones. It was one of the more beautiful things I've seen in a long time.
This New Year's Eve was literally my favorite yet, that I can recall. I have come to the conclusion that spontaneity is key in making NYE great. Last year was great because it was spent in some obscure bar that wasn't too crowded, and there were great people involved. This year, I threw a party with less than 24 hours notice, most of my closest friends were there, and then some random people were there. Neighbors came over and I didn't even know their names yet, which I thought, was awesome. Blood juice was surprisingly good, but the hangover was absolutely awful. For me, it was the perfect blend of debauchery and calm. Also, for those that saw me on NYE, I would like to apologize for any disgusting things I may have done or said in my drunken elation.
To bring in 2012, I will make it a year of improvement. By this point next year, I am resolving to be skinnier, richer, a better blog-writer, and even happier with the most recent new year celebration. One last thing, I'd like to stress how much I love my friends. Without them, life would be extremely trite.
2011 was pretty interesting for me. If I were to sum it up quickly, I suppose I'd say it wasn't the best year, but I did alright. I moved out, I made new friends, I sucked in school. But I also feel like I am doing what many people don't get to do, which is being a lost 20-something in search of a true calling. I'm not really proud of my situation but I do realize there is positivity in it. I admire all of my friends who graduated college already, I think it's pretty hard to do so quickly. I've recently decided I might try to transfer schools. To where, I don't know yet, but I never did like SDSU. And, while I'm still an aimless 20-something with little responsibility, I'd like to go somewhere I'd be content with. So we will see.
In recent news, I really enjoyed the holidays this year. Pennsylvania with the Myers family was therapeutic. While I have extremely little in common with my family in a lot of ways, they are all very warm people. When you don't see family, you forget what it's like to have family. The genuine feeling that they care about me so much was really cool. And, relative to thoughts above, their caring about me and their apparent feeling that I'm going to be hugely successful at some point is a reminder that I can't be a fuck-up. It's a lot of pressure, but it is nice knowing that people have such high regard for me.
My aunt, uncle, and cousin are really religious, as are my dad and stepmom. So everybody went to church on Christmas Day, but I got to sleep in, which was so much better than church. Days at Grandma's house were spent playing board games, eating a lot, and chatting. My grandma asked who I was going to vote for, and I successfully avoided an awkward politics conversation by saying I wasn't going to vote. Everyone in the family is very Republican (my uncle said his only real news source is Fox News) and I wasn't going to open up the can of Obama worms. For the record, though, I'll probably vote for Obama.
Nights, though, were spent drinking beer in the basement and playing darts. One night my dad and uncle played, the others were just me, my brother, and cousin. It was one of the rare times I saw my dad truly happy. He's usually exhausted from working two jobs, so he always seems grumpy and drained. But seeing him laughing and stuff made him look like a giddy little kid, it was like looking outside and seeing a sunny day after a week of gray ones. It was one of the more beautiful things I've seen in a long time.
This New Year's Eve was literally my favorite yet, that I can recall. I have come to the conclusion that spontaneity is key in making NYE great. Last year was great because it was spent in some obscure bar that wasn't too crowded, and there were great people involved. This year, I threw a party with less than 24 hours notice, most of my closest friends were there, and then some random people were there. Neighbors came over and I didn't even know their names yet, which I thought, was awesome. Blood juice was surprisingly good, but the hangover was absolutely awful. For me, it was the perfect blend of debauchery and calm. Also, for those that saw me on NYE, I would like to apologize for any disgusting things I may have done or said in my drunken elation.
To bring in 2012, I will make it a year of improvement. By this point next year, I am resolving to be skinnier, richer, a better blog-writer, and even happier with the most recent new year celebration. One last thing, I'd like to stress how much I love my friends. Without them, life would be extremely trite.
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