I'd just like everyone to know that my cell phone will now play my song whenever someone calls me...
As Esowolf pointed out during lunch... Leave it to me to run into a guy who's decended from a legendary vampire...
Maybe this means that the infrared sign on my forehead no longer says "will break for men pushing 40..."
Okay, so we were off by a few days... The copper paint's already starting to turn green. Hehehe...
So I found out yesterday that I've had the good fortune to schedule my final exam the day before a Mercury retrograde. The bad news is that I'll be sous cheffing brunch during a Mercury retrograde... not to mention my birthday is at the end of the retrograde... Grrr.....
Behold! The day Oscar died!!!
Hey look! They put him in a magic box! Where's my saw?
And of course the brave little Oscars mourning the loss of their friends...
Oh! and the answer to Find the Costume:
I have WAY too much time on my hands
Sorry if I grossed anyone out with my last journal entry. Believe me, it really wasn't as icky as it sounded...
So my first week in Garde Manger has been pretty interesting... (If you're not familiar with the term, basically it's hot food served cold... you know, sandwiches, salads, canapés and stuff)
My new chef instructor, Chef L is this big Irish guy who doesn't take any crap. It's kinda funny listening to him go off on how American "chefs" are wusses, chefs who have TV shows are chefs who can't make it in the restaurant world and shit like that. If he gets product that's crap, he'll go off about that for an entire class.
He's actually a very cool guy when he's not yelling about something... he's pretty cool when he's yelling about something too but ya know... He doesn't baby us or tell us that something's good when it's not. If our stuff is crap, he tells us so. It's weird, after doing so well in Baking, part of me's actually relived that someone's finally telling me that my work is crap while the other part of me wants to run back to the baking campus where everyone loves me. But it's shit I have to get used to, so I'm actually dealing very well.
Especially when I get to make stuff like sushi (another thing he went off on because it's not really Garde Manger, it's international foods, but it's stuff that's served cold so he has to teach it).
In other news, my family had a bit of a weird weekend. It seems Grandma called over to the house to inform Dad that the guy living with her was coming over to kick Dad's ass....
I don't know if I've ever actually explained about Grandma. Grandma's a piece of work, let me tell you. Grandma, in my mind, is the archetypal "Good Christian Woman". The kind of person who's always right, you're always wrong and who will always get her way because she goes to church every Sunday and believes in Jesus. (She's also one of the two people in my family who were instrumental in my distaste for organized religion).
But anyway, she always got her way, never respected anyone, always did and said what she damn well pleased and that was the end of it. (This, BTW, was something Mom was warned about when she married Dad... by Grandma's own sister no less) Things were mostly tolerable up until Grandpa died when I was 8. After that, everything went to hell. Mom actually stopped speaking
to Grandma on her 40th birthday.
After that, things REALLY turned bad... but apparently only for me. Grandma would use every opportunity she could find to bad mouth Mom and stuff, but only when I was the only one who could hear her. Oh! She'd also talk to me about killing herself... Great stuff for a 12-year-old to have to listen to. But she was a smart woman, when I stopped coming by to see her after I
graduated from high school, she started going after my sister until finally both of us washed our hands of the whole situation and cut off all contact.
Fast forward a few years. The only person she has to vent her venom on is Dad. And now this guy is in the picture. We'll call him The Guy.... The Guy has been living with Grandma for months now because he doesn't want to pay rent and live with his parents. So he lives with Grandma, feeds her all sorts of stuff about my family only wanting her money, while he robs her blind, racks up her cable, gas, and electric bills... Oh she SAYS that she's never given the guy money, but there are blank checks written out to
him and money she should be able to live on for a week is gone in a matter of days.
So this weekend, we get the phone call. Grandma says The Guy is coming over to kick Dad's ass. He never showed up, of course but it set up enough alarm bells for me to do a few protection and banishing spells, set up a couple of BIG friends to watch over my parents' house and move the crowbar I keep in the trunk to the passenger's seat.
Ahh.. the joys of family...
Had an interesting encounter at the comic store today... One of my customers said he was close to proposing when he found out I was a huge Babylon 5 fan. Aparantly he doesn't know many women who are into the show. What can I say? I've never been much of a girl... well except for that time when I was 8 and decided that I wanted to be a girl for a while. Biggest mistake of my life: I sold all of my Star Wars toys. Those and my old transformers would have come in handy right now on the eBay market, I bet.
