Turning Back

My last shift ended this morning. It was a graveyard shift, 10pm - 630am. The night was pretty busy, I don't remember having any time to really relax until about 3am. The busboy, Fred, didnt even get his required break until after 4am. It was his birthday today too. Regardless, it was a fun night.

I don't even remember the last time I sincerely thought that my shift was fun, I took drink orders, made them faster than I've done, ran out plates that seemed hotter than a muthafucka, getting more refills, salads, soups - it seemed like the rest of the shifts i've had over these two years were training for this last, busy night.

Everyone was satisfied. Everyone was very appreciative, very relaxed, and cool. It made me happy that my last night was like this. My co-workers and I helped each other out and we ended up having one of the most profitable nights in a long time.

I worked with two people who were not only two of the best servers that I'll ever work with, but the two of the best people that I'll ever meet.

No Antonio and Cassie, thank you.

I hated saying goodbye. I forgot how hard it was. I did it over these past two days. Seeing my friends on the verge of tears took over me. Honestly, I didn't think I was going to be missed like that by anyone in the restaurant. I assumed I was just another employee, someone that was replaceable. But no, there were people that had taken time out of their night just to come by to surprise me with that cake and to give me one last, warm goodbye on my last shift. By the way, it was the best cake I've ever had in my life. It was a decadent, pleasurable, sexy, red-velvet, screaming orgasm in the mouth.

I'll miss everyone there. well...yeah i'll miss everyone. Going to Black Bear Diner feels like cheating on a loving girlfriend. I had it good here. I was loved here, last night showed me that. But now, I'm going to this other restaurant because something about it excites me. I'm curious about this new interest. Black Bear Diner will show me whether or not this was a mistake or not. Whether or not it sucks at Black Bear is ok with me. Knowing that there are great people still at IHOP is good enough.

Happy Birthday Fred

Clocking out

Black Bear Diner

I have been hired at Black Bear Diner and am looking forward to it. Its a family style restaurant that emphasizes bear puns in order to sell its food. "You'd have to be hungry as a bear to eat this omelette." "A beary delicious addition to ravish that bear appetite." "I'm a muthafuckin bear. Eat this!" Now, I hope it won't be a problem.

I have a few friends that I'll be working with so we should be able to support each other as we work. I hope that we can bear it.

I saw a cute girl that walked in to apply. She was beary hot.

They sell bear claws at BBD.

The majority of people that mention this restaurant shorten it to Black Diner, which only I seem to notice as inappropriate. Bearly anyone else can see it.

*sigh*

A Turning World

Perplexed lately about what I'm supposed to do. Yeah, I know we've all been there or are in there or will someday be there, but its something that is keeping me up at night and I'm not gaining any progress just thinking about it.

I'm quitting my job at IHOP. I'll be honest, I don't know the real reason why. I had it very good there: good connections with the managers, buenas coneccions with all the cooks and busboys and servers, and even a girl that could have made my life a bit more complete. And its confusing me why I don't want to work there.

The only reason that I can come up with is that I need a change. My life has been changing. Loving people have been pulled out of my life. New residences. The people in my life have been changing. It seemed right to move with the world as it changes. I guess now I'm afraid of getting left behind.

Its been a while since I've seen this site, and I had a great nostalgic feeling seeing that picture above still there, of the sunset, and would really like to go up there again with the people that were there with me when that photo was taken. A lot of people have been posting pictures of a similar photo, with themselves as the silhouette. I see the same sea of fog and the raw wilderness that my friends and I enjoyed when we were first there.