Where am I now?

So, it's been roughly 2 months since I moved to Seattle.

2 months of being a bum, seriously, my girlfriend got a job in 3 weeks, and me... I took 2 months. WHAT THE HELL is my problem? Well anyways, I finally did it. Snagged me a job.

It's funny, I took a low paying teaching assistant position at a private cooking school. Had the nice Chef's Assistant title, which is like a sous chef. It means, second big dawg. Except I really wasn't, I was like bitch of that place. All so I can work with Chef's who sometimes think they are divas (promised I would never name them) and do the most despicable things ever. Some shit was so insane, I mean... I have a fucking degree in comp sci... and I did... bah forget it, I'll mention it on my wedding night. Wait? Does the groom get to talk or is it only the best man? Anways, after being a bitch I finally got to take advantage of WHY I did it.

I used those (use your favorite word here) and used them totally for my advantage. After turning down crap jobs, and so-so jobs, I finally got to name drop and snag me a nice little gig. Sure it's bad, but you know what, taking other peoples crap so I can say I worked with them, learned from them... that's what it's about in my business. In medicine maybe it's about working at a certain hospital, doing research under some crazy Doctor and getting some breakthrough published and shattering all the expectations in certain fields. Me, let's but it bluntly, I fucking cook, so the best I can do is say I learned from the best and can work a kitchen like it's nobody's business.

Anyways, it worked, convinced someone I was capable of running a restaurant and a catering department of a hotel. It was funny though, I was nervous as hell, second interview... best part is I originally applied for a Catering Administrator/Sales position, next thing I know.. I'm getting called back for a second interview with the GM of the Hotel and he's making me an offer I can't believe, understand, or turn down. Now the catch is, at the end he tells me... just walk the walk...

WOW, no stress here. Guy who runs 8 hotels tells me that, kinda keeps me up at night. Sure I'm no bender, no lives are in my hands, but seriously... my head is wrapping around this. Did my chef's think this highly of me when they called for my references? If so, I take back the diva's comment I made to Kim during dinner.

Also, WTF, had to go get some slacks and shirts and ties. I didn't realize being a boss meant dressing differently, I was like... hmm, where's my chef coat at, then Kim is telling me, I need more slacks and I'm like, oh shit... WTF, I'm old and shit now, dressing like my dad and stuff. How weird is that... PAUL, in a suit... I laugh cuz I think I look hilarious.


"Time to play god"
Iron Man World War Hulk #3

Cuz I'm lame and your tame,
Joe