I have a spatula and I'm not afraid to use it...

Adrian — Sat, 25 Nov 2006 07:35:41 +0000

So I went into the cafe today to get a copy of the menu for tomorrow night where I am filling for Jasper at Luke’s request. Not only was the menu not written, but nothing had been ordered. A sell out crowd and no food to feed them. Jasper is fucking his job up more than usual to try and make my night shit, screwing Luke over for his own petty gains.

Adrian — Fri, 24 Nov 2006 15:00:20 +0000

Ohh I am down, but Kyle lifts me up in a way that I haven’t experienced in a while. Why do you have to live so far away?

I wanna gripe!

Adrian — Wed, 22 Nov 2006 15:55:44 +0000

I EMailed the restaurant to make a booking, and they’re fully booked out for a private function! I could go elsewhere, but I want to see my friends so I’ll make it another day, I just hope everyone can come. I’m really looking forward to this.
Listening to “Welcome to the Black Parade,” by My Chemical Romance.

…and stuff…

Adrian — Wed, 22 Nov 2006 06:14:35 +0000

So if you’re still paying attention, you may have noticed that I haven’t written a post in a very long time. This is because my browser crashed and I lost all my saved passwords so I couldn’t log on automatically. I have only just discovered that the password was emailed to my old internet account, which I never check.

So, a brief outline of what’s been going on in my world, highlights and lowlights.

I’ve been going out on the weekends, without Ben. He hasn’t made contact since returning from Cairns and everytime that I have he’s been to busy so I guess he’s just not that into me. Time to move on. One time, while walking home from a big night out, I was crossing the Story Bridge. Low and behold there was this guy trying to climb over the fence to jump so I talked him down.

Work is still work, only I’m getting next to no hours so I think I’m going to have to find a new job. I’ve been keeping in contact with Luke, Jasper is running the place into ground as usual. If he doesn’t get rid of Jasper I fear that the place will close after Christmas. Everytime I go into the cafe it pisses Jasper off no end, he slams doors and gets all shitty. I love it. Luke has also asked if he can put me on as a casual staff member when Jasper isn’t working, which Jasperfound very threatening. Or at least that’s what I assume from the fact that he’s been going about spreading lies (thank you for your concern, but no, I am not a drug addict).
It’s my birthday next week, so I’m planning to go to dinner at the restaurant with some friends, have the degustation, get drunk and go out or something.

Anyway I have to go and get ready for work, VIP late night shopping tonight so I have a late shift. I’m looking forward to seeing everyone at the restaurant.

What do you mean Chef is not a chef?

Adrian — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 06:56:28 +0000

Well I opened up yesterday and held my own on my own and apparently did very well. I only seem to screw up when the site manager is there. She had a chat to me this morning telling me how she had recieved good reports about me. We then moved onto the topic of Chef. Chef, despite having worked in many kitchens for many years and being our head chef has never finished his apprenticeship. Technically Chef is not a chef (although because cheffing is compentancy based with the ammount of work he’s done it would be a simple thing for him to become qualified)!

Listening to: Michael Gray “The Weekend”

It’s been a long, long while…

Adrian — Sun, 05 Nov 2006 12:31:28 +0000

OK, so it’s been a week. Lemme update. Work, work, work, some more work followed by some work and then off to the cafe to say hello to the folk I used to work with. I had discovered that Sunday was my day off, so Al and I decided to go out Saturday night. The staff from the cafe also decided to go out so we were going to meet up with them after they finished work. I rang Ben to see if he wanted to come, but alas he’s in Cairns for a week. Went out, got trashed, sat about and did fuck all today. I must go to the gym tomorrow, I haven’t been all weekend. Ohh yeah, Jasper had another hissy fit at the cafe, only this time I wasn’t there so I missed the entertainment. I hope he doesn’t run that place into the ground. Short update, I start work early in the morning. My first day without the chef, I’m operating without a safety net. Spooky, eh?

Ohh wow, I wrote a post?

Adrian — Sun, 29 Oct 2006 12:19:46 +0000

At the cafe there is a new waiter called Adam who started on my last week. Adam is in fact the one who held the gallery showing where I first met Ben on Thursday. Saturday Ben came into the cafe with some of his friends and we got to chatting again. During the course of this little chat we decided to go out that night to celebrate my last night at the cafe.<> We drank, we chatted, we danced. After dancing, drinking and chatting Ben tried to set me up with a guy in his fourties and left.

I left half an hour later and walked into the mall where I grabbed a burger from Hungry Jack’s. While consuming my double bacon deluxe value meal I sent Ben a text message asking who/what he thought I was to be leading me on only to try and set me up with some stranger. He sent back a message saying that I was a nice guy. I sent him a reply telling him that I was indeed a nice guy and he should give me a call when he was finished playing games.

I then proceded to walk home, but when I was out in front of the casino a man came up to me. This man was called Bill. I know Bill from when my father ran that hostel for people with disabilities because I used to help out there. Bill proceded to tell me how angry he and his girlfriend was with my father and with me but failed to mention why. He asked me for some money and being the stupid bleeding heart that I am I pulled out my wallet which he promptly snatched and ran off with. Stupid, stupid, stupid…

This morning I awoke, did all my domestic stuff that I normally do and thought that I might have over reacted slightly to Ben’s actions so I sent him a text message asking if he got home safely. He rang and we agreed to go into town for coffee where upon he apologised for the previous night. Ben had to do some banking and then was searching for an internet cafe to book the tickets for his holiday because all the travel agents were closed as it was a Sunday. I told him it wasn’t secure to enter his details onto a public computer and suggested we returned to my place where he booked them on my computer.

We played scrabble, listened to music, chatted, went into the cafe to visit Luke and Adam (studly Steven was working today so I said ‘hi’ to him too), went back into town and had KFC followed by gelato and then Ben went home.

What a shit

Adrian — Sat, 28 Oct 2006 18:27:35 +0000

Ohh fuck, why is life this difficult? So I finished up work tonight with Jasper being his usual charming self telling me how pleased he was that I was finishing up. I almost hit the cunt. One of the few things that restrained me was Ben, the guy I met at the wankery art garrery bullshit. Ben and I seemed to get along well, then, today when he came into work and tonight. Then he tried to set me up with some 40yo guy just because I dance on the dance floor with everyone. Naturally I went home alone and disappointed as usual. Will post more when sober and not so fucking furious. I was robbed again on my way home.

I don’t want to set the world on fire, I just want to start a flame in your heart…

Adrian — Thu, 26 Oct 2006 06:41:16 +0000

Well I didn’t set the world on fire, but then again I didn’t give anyone food poisioning either. My first day went OK, not great, not dismal. I even had a period where I was without the aid of the head chef. It didn’t go great, I ran out of specials and didn’t know where they were kept. As I predicted speed was one of the major factors that I need to make a conscious effort to increase. I have next week at work with my safety net and then I’m on my own, spooky, eh?

I got home to discover that my QTAC results had returned, I scored 98% in both exam criterions and found myself in the top percentile of the state. I guess this means I’m going to uni, it’s just a matter of which course. I’ll find out THAT come thefirst round of offers somewhere between Christmas and New Years.

I have some wankery art gallery opening to go to tonight. I wouldn’t bother going but for the fact that one of my friends is showing his photography. Well, that and the free food!

Listening to: “Put your hands up for Detroit,” by Fedde Le Grand

Fear

Adrian — Wed, 25 Oct 2006 14:51:06 +0000

I start my new job as hot cook in 8 1/2 hours and I’m as anxious as all hell. You would think that because I know half the staff that it would be a good thing, but it’s not. I don’t fear being unable to get along well with the rest of the staff, I fear failure. The knowledge of fact that if I fail then I fail in front of people who know me isn’t exactly helping at this point in my slightly hysterical preperation. Failure is not an option, it’s success or death. I have identified four major areas in which I must be extra careful.

Firstly, as I do not eat fish (although I do eat other seafood) I have a limited idea of what fish is supposed to be like: beware the fish.

Secondly, people tend to be very critical about their steaks, I’m relatively confident having dealt extensively with scotch fillets before, but I cannot be overconfident: beware the steak.

Thirdly, when patrons are waiting it seems like they have waited three times longer than they actually have, so a five minute wait seems like a quarter hour to them: pick up the speed.

Fourthly, and somewhat related to my third point, I must look ahead at incomming dockets so I can ensure that I have all my mise en plus things on hand (yes, I do know how redundant that is): plan ahead.

Other than that, I just hope I can understand the head chef. I know that last time we worked together I had difficulty understanding his accent (he’s a new Australian). I spoke to him just after he had returned from Paris, and while I did manage to understand him, his accent looks like it’s there to stay.

Ohh, and don’t stick your hand in the deep fryer…