No dream is too big, some just take longer to accomplish.

And baby, I will be there with you every step of the way.

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Last night at work a server asked when I was going to start working the pastry station.

I told him I was going to start on Tuesday and he got super excited. Then I told him that I would only be on the station for five days and then leaving. 

“Why do the ones worth keeping always leave?”

The rest of the night servers kept coming up to me and asking why I was leaving so soon.

7 more work shifts.

17 days until Providence.

  • 1 year ago

What is the term used for being beyond exhausted?

blah. 

  • 1 year ago

I am a total wreck.

11 more work shifts.

20 days until I am back with him.

blah.

  • 1 year ago

I need an IV to pump caffeine in to my blood stream and an infinite supply of happy pills to get me through the next two weeks.

  • 1 year ago

I swear this dude almost had my hand print on his face.

There are three ladies in the kitchen (including myself). I get a long great with one of them (mostly because she knows her shit and I have a lot to learn from her). The other one is extra selfish and plays the “I’m too small” card on a daily basis. She pisses me the fuck off. It is hard enough to be a female in a male dominated kitchen without having a bitchy girl nagging all of the time. 

So this guy I was training today opened his big mouth and asked why girls in the kitchen were always so bitchy and needy. I swear, if looks could kill, this dude would have been dead in a second. When he saw the look on my face he quickly started to back pedal and tell me that I was not bitchy or needy, but that most girls were. 

What the fuck dude?

I fucking work my ass off at that job, and you are going to try and group me with the bitches that think because they are females, they deserve more attention?

Get the fuck out of here.

I can not wait to get out of this kitchen, away from these people, and back to where I belong; Providence.

  • 1 year ago

Two more weeks/ 13 more shifts. {I can’t wait until it’s over}

First one in the kitchen. Clocked in at 12:30 pm. Got shitted on during service. Clocked out at 12:30 am. Last one out of the kitchen. And I have to do it all again tomorrow.

Did I mention that he stayed up late to talk to me and I was stuck in the hell hole so I couldn’t take his call.

Fuck this shit.

I just want to be back in Providence.

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High-res photo This was the happiest night of my life.

This was the happiest night of my life.

  • 1 year ago

And in a blink of an eye, he was gone.

I can’t believe the week is already over and he is no longer here. Shit. Saying goodbye twice in one summer fucking blows. Now I am supposed to deal with three more weeks without him?

This is fucking bull shit.

  • 1 year ago