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| Sitting on my ass and watching my savings dwindle, while supremely easy, is getting a bit boring.
I may have to find work pretty soon. But thanks to Fate's cruel
sense of humor, all of the places I can get "hooked up" are the same
relative commute as Bastide - that is to say, F-ING LOUSY. Though
I suppose it wouldn't be the worst thing to continue to commute out
there - I've got to get back out there anyway when the restaurant
reopens, and this'll just give me an added opportunity to move out to
westLA.
Anyway enough bitching. Poking around for a job starts tomorrow.
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| Hey everyone, meeting with the owner on the patio.
Oh, sweet, Cristal for everyone.
Good news and bad news?
Ah, words of praise. We all feel great.
Closing for renovations/total revamp? Uh..okay..
11 days notice, and two weeks severance pay?!
No set date for re-opening, just sit tight for 1-6+ months and cross your fingers?!
Well.........fuck.
I need temp work, folks.
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| No mames, guey!
Ay, chingon!
Pinche mugroso!
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| "Sepia Stuffed in a dry Sherry-Shellfish Broth and chorizo Paella imagination Gelee, Olive Oil Ice Cream, Charcoal Oil"
Yeah. Wrap yer noodle around that one.
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| Got my first paycheck.
And it hit me. It starts now.
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