Sitting at a bar and kinda buzzed so I imagine and plan and depend on this post getting updated later today. With more feels. And stuff.
Today marks the one year anniversary since my last shift ever in hospitality. And damn freedom feels fucking amazing. Herein will be all of the trivial bullshit that I do not miss. And also, why getting the fuck out was a great choice.
Let's start with the things I do miss. Since that's a much shorter list. It's cheesy as all hell, but I miss the magical pseudo happiness that lingers over a tourist resort. It's surreal. It's vacation. And living in it on a day to day basis can confuse and bewilder. Actually, the vacation magic is what made the fantasy shattering shit so much worse. Outside of this vacation eutopia world you'll live in, the miserable fucks in the trenches with you make up some of the best coworkers you'll ever have. Because you're completely in it together. Hell or high water, you're helping your team get through the shit, and now that I work in IT from home, I really miss that comradery. There's nothing like a smoke break or a back office bitch fest about the unreasonable family that expects 5 star treatment at a 2 star rate. I miss the views. Being able to stop during any work day and just take it in. I haven't smoked consistently since I was 17 but the times of high stress at that job that led to my buying a pack of camel Turkish silver resulted in bliss. There's something about a late night cig in the silence of a snowstorm watching the kats groom for the next say that is just perfect. I miss that the most I think. Huehuehue Eris blah blah but honestly I miss the unpredictable chaos the job had. The fact every night some totally fucking off the wall situation could give me a bar story for life.
A pot of boiled something is removed from the element and thrusted in my direction. I dance aside to avoid catching a faceful of hot broth, sweep up a handtowel to protect my hands and take the pot. The next step is unclear. "PUT IT!" Chef demands. Beat. "PUT IT RIGHT NOW."
There are limited options available. Do I:
A) Place the pot on the bench beside the stove. Chef is closer to here, so it seems unlikely that he would delegate this placement to me.
B) Place the pot on the mobile tray behind me. We've just cleared this surface, intending to wheel it into a catered function upstairs in five minutes.
"PUT IT SONOFABITCH."
C) Place the pot on the bench on the opposite side of the room. This bench is clear and seems a sensible place for this to go.
D) Take the pot and run.
C. "NO. PUT IT."
B "GAAAH PUT IT."
A "GIVE IT."
Chef places the pot back on the stove and flails manically at the door, gesturing for me to leave. This is going to be a good job.
Quote from: Da6s on April 15, 2014, 12:32:32 AM
Quote from: Pæs on April 15, 2014, 12:29:02 AM
Chef places the pot back on the stove and flails manically at the door, gesturing for me to leave. This is going to be a good job.
Motherfucker, I'm not done yet. Snort some Xanax and fuck off.
This thread had zero content when I replied. Write your shit in notepad first and eat a bag of dicks.
Quote from: Pæs on April 15, 2014, 12:33:15 AM
Quote from: Da6s on April 15, 2014, 12:32:32 AM
Quote from: Pæs on April 15, 2014, 12:29:02 AM
Chef places the pot back on the stove and flails manically at the door, gesturing for me to leave. This is going to be a good job.
Motherfucker, I'm not done yet. Snort some Xanax and fuck off.
This thread had zero content when I replied. Write your shit in notepad first and eat a bag of dicks.
Because that's doable at a bar on my phone.
When people bitch about the lack of fresh content around these parts, look to the shitneck herein and know.
"This thread is about hospitality and I intend to eventually put content in it."
>Reply riffing on theme
"HOLY SHITFUCKDAMN WHY ARE YOU REPLYING?"
Yeah, fuck you.
"Hi, this is a placeholder because I am on my phone and cannot use notepad. Please allow me to finish talking before contributing"
vs no such comment followed by
"FUCK YOU ASSHOLE THIS IS MY THREAD LEAVE IT ALONE"
Yeah, did I mention fuck you?
Quote from: Da6s on April 15, 2014, 12:39:30 AM
When people bitch about the lack of fresh content around these parts, look to the shitneck herein and know.
I'm not seeing Paes as the problem in this thread.
:lulz:
What the fuck is going on here? :?
Quote from: Da6s on April 15, 2014, 12:39:30 AM
When people bitch about the lack of fresh content around these parts, look to the shitneck herein and know.
Oh, wait, never mind, I don't care.
Quote from: Pæs on April 15, 2014, 12:40:40 AM
"This thread is about hospitality and I intend to eventually put content in it."
>Reply riffing on theme
"HOLY SHITFUCKDAMN WHY ARE YOU REPLYING?"
Yeah, fuck you.
Yeah, a bunch of this.
For all the times people have written good stuff, only to have it sink like a fucking stone, then THIS asshole gets pissed because someone riffed on his shit?
JESUS H CHRIST, IT'S THE INTERNET VERSION OF THE FIRST-WORLD PROBLEM.
fwiw, I want to hear more of your story, dags
Quote from: Cramulus on April 15, 2014, 03:28:04 PM
fwiw, I want to hear more of your story, dags
Fuck dags. In the eyesocket. With something diseased.
Even by my standards, there was no fucking excuse for this shit.
I must have missed something
Quote from: Cramulus on April 15, 2014, 04:47:51 PM
I must have missed something
Da6s is prone to saying rotten shit to people. He erased one such thing in this thread, though Paes had already quoted it.
MORE OR LESS:
Da6s posted part of a rant, without saying it wasn't finished. Paes riffed on it, Da6s went berserk, and told Paes to medicate himself and fuck off.
Now, even if I didn't have a history with Da6s, I am certainly not inclined to sit there and watch while he shits all over someone who is 1) my friend, and 2) a regular content-writer, for no other reason than "angry little little wasps buzzing around in Da6s' head".
I mean, it's not like Paes has a reputation for randomly going off on people on the internet.
IRL is a different story, of course, but this is the internet.
Somehow, this just became my fault, I think. :lol:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 15, 2014, 05:10:00 PM
Somehow, this just became my fault, I think. :lol:
You're like jesus. Only hairier.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 15, 2014, 05:10:00 PM
Somehow, this just became my fault, I think. :lol:
GODDAMNIT ROGER.
Nah, I'm still blaming Da6s. Maybe the rest of the story will explain that working in hospo makes you a raging douchebag capable of feeling slighted after even the most uneventful of interactions.
Quote from: Pæs on April 15, 2014, 08:37:01 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 15, 2014, 05:10:00 PM
Somehow, this just became my fault, I think. :lol:
GODDAMNIT ROGER.
Nah, I'm still blaming Da6s. Maybe the rest of the story will explain that working in hospo makes you a raging douchebag capable of feeling slighted after even the most uneventful of interactions.
Read his post history a bit.
He has some interesting stories here and there, but also a whole lot of WEIRD fucking behavior.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 15, 2014, 08:50:11 PM
Quote from: Pæs on April 15, 2014, 08:37:01 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 15, 2014, 05:10:00 PM
Somehow, this just became my fault, I think. :lol:
GODDAMNIT ROGER.
Nah, I'm still blaming Da6s. Maybe the rest of the story will explain that working in hospo makes you a raging douchebag capable of feeling slighted after even the most uneventful of interactions.
Read his post history a bit.
He has some interesting stories here and there, but also a whole lot of WEIRD fucking behavior.
Oh god, why did I do that?
The oldest posts are "LOL MEMFRICA" and the most recent are "you shut your whore mouth" and "All your states are drooling after mine like she's some cheap tramp."
Quote from: Pæs on April 15, 2014, 09:55:26 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 15, 2014, 08:50:11 PM
Quote from: Pæs on April 15, 2014, 08:37:01 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on April 15, 2014, 05:10:00 PM
Somehow, this just became my fault, I think. :lol:
GODDAMNIT ROGER.
Nah, I'm still blaming Da6s. Maybe the rest of the story will explain that working in hospo makes you a raging douchebag capable of feeling slighted after even the most uneventful of interactions.
Read his post history a bit.
He has some interesting stories here and there, but also a whole lot of WEIRD fucking behavior.
Oh god, why did I do that?
The oldest posts are "LOL MEMFRICA" and the most recent are "you shut your whore mouth" and "All your states are drooling after mine like she's some cheap tramp."
Yeah, there's some high-quality down there.
What the fuck??
Quote from: Da6s on April 15, 2014, 12:39:30 AM
When people bitch about the lack of fresh content around these parts, look to the shitneck herein and know.
I thought Paes contributed to your thread, not took away from it. :? So hostility. Very wut.
Threads where people all start riffing on an idea are one of the reasons this forum is awesome.
a career in hostility isn't for me
:lulz:
Quote from: rong on April 16, 2014, 11:36:56 PM
a career in hostility isn't for me
Good. Because there's NO ROOM. :argh!:
:lulz:
Quote from: Pæs on April 15, 2014, 12:29:02 AM
A pot of boiled something is removed from the element and thrusted in my direction. I dance aside to avoid catching a faceful of hot broth, sweep up a handtowel to protect my hands and take the pot. The next step is unclear. "PUT IT!" Chef demands. Beat. "PUT IT RIGHT NOW."
There are limited options available. Do I:
A) Place the pot on the bench beside the stove. Chef is closer to here, so it seems unlikely that he would delegate this placement to me.
B) Place the pot on the mobile tray behind me. We've just cleared this surface, intending to wheel it into a catered function upstairs in five minutes.
"PUT IT SONOFABITCH."
C) Place the pot on the bench on the opposite side of the room. This bench is clear and seems a sensible place for this to go.
D) Take the pot and run.
C. "NO. PUT IT."
B "GAAAH PUT IT."
A "GIVE IT."
Chef places the pot back on the stove and flails manically at the door, gesturing for me to leave. This is going to be a good job.
:) I lol'd.
This is basically the essence of every kitchen job ever. An angry man shouting at you, "DO THE THING WITH THE THING!".
In retrospect, an explanation on this shitfit I threw. Not that it's an excuse, but eh, I just looked at it for the first time in a year and a half, and that was obviously uncalled for on my part. Someone dug this up from the bowels, so why not. I was in a groove too before things devolved.
I was drunk posting on my phone. I had a muse. I wrongly thought paes was trying to derail my shit, as some people around here for the 8 or so years I've read pd have historically been wont to do. I always close out all of my new thread posts here with Or Kill Me, and intoxicated I assumed the entirety of the or kill me readership that'd seen my Shangri posts knew such. Entitled drunk delusion.
I threw something up in a post that was the cruelest and most vitriolic thing I could come up with while intoxicated. I posted it. Then realized I was being dickish and that it wasn't an affront and I should delete my drunken rage, which was my first reply, because I was drunk. I did so. At the same time I was deleting it paes was quoting it and it was out. I threw out a snip about the new content because my muse had clearly been derailed, even if it was my own misinterpretation of a non-threadjacking.
In closing, sorry I had a shitfit your general direction with no explanation or justification over a year and a half ago paes.
Quote from: Da6s on September 23, 2015, 07:30:45 AM
Someone dug this up from the bowels, so why not. I was in a groove too before things devolved.
Sorry, that was me lol. :)
If you're still up for it, I'd still like to hear a rant about the horrors of the hospitality industry. For it is truly an abyss.