What is this anyway? I go to work, cut potato chips, fry them, placate people and try to get the place set up for the future. I listen to a dishwasher cry about the mess that they have to clean up, even though it's their job. An old friend drops by, who used to work at the Fox and Fiddle. He seems to be doing well except he's hit a financial plateau. Time for him to get further ahead. Got a call this morning from the alarm company at 3:16 am, why me and not the other two m anagers is a question. Perhaps they know that I'm the chef. The other hand there was no message at work when I arrived. I would have expected that they would have phoned there first. Maybe they got the answering machine and just hung up. So I went in early to check on the freezer. The damn thing was okay but I mentioned we needed to have it looked at.
Pasta man was a little off today, but he eventually got it together. Flustered and running around and it wasn't even busy. After lunch I needed a beer, if I eat I fall asleep. Maybe low blood sugar? Maybe alcoholism? It felt good so I had another. Lenny was upset a bit that we left his black plastic tongs on the boat. I guess they got forgotten in the cleaning up of things. I' ll have to replace them.
Talked with a former employee about coming back. Straightened out a few ideas that we all had. Another employee (bit of trouble) gave me his notice for the middle of November, and assured me that he would be professional about the whole deal of the other one coming back.
Drank another beer with him, then one with the guy from the Fox. Then I left to go to Dick's had another then I had a quick shot. I was feeling happy when I left. Saw the Russell's sales man there with his wife.
Came home but I forgot to get Tim-bits for the young guy. He said it was okay. Ate some pizza, gave him a shower and fell asleep on the sofa again. Got up and went out at three a.m. for the Tim-bits. A cop decided to follow me for a while, the night looked the most deserted I'd seen in a long time. Hardly anybody out on the street. The workers at Tim Horton's were switching the old stuff out, in a garbage can, full. I thought maybe they gave it to the homeless people or the second harvest people. I wonder if they really do. It's a business of large waste, keeping donuts fresh all the time. No wonder they charge so much for them. They throw out a display of them everyday.
Some kids were playing music loud out back still when I came back, so I asked them to turn it down since it was three a.m. already.
I'm tired but wanted to start an internet journal thing. Let's see if it goes further.