Some news through the grapevine.

Well, the eviction was scrapped. It was in part that I told them there was just no way I could even think about returning. I would like to, but have to focus on my current project. The other reason they were concerned about was the potential backlash from the community. Evicting a poor fat mama Bertha with 4 mouths to feed. They didn't even mention Cletus which was hilarious. If they had no kids, it would have been an easy decision had I said yes, I was told. I was happy to hear that.

They said he is running the restaurant and bar "okay", it's just that things have went downhill a bit. It's a very fancy establishment with an immense amount of work and money invested. I was told that since the board (landlord) won't buy Cletus new drinking glasses and plates, he threw an absolute fit! WTF?! Why in the world would a landlord be obligated to buy a tenant more glassware?! They basically told him to get bent and he bought a bunch of cheap and classless looking plastic glasses. They also said he was talking about paper plates!!! Yeah, that's good ol' Cletus for you. They also went on to say he threatened to not pay rent for a month because they haven't built him a kitchen in the upstairs of the building for his special events and catering! Ahahahaha! Now you know in-depth his magnitude of "DUH!" What a complete fucking tool.

Another thing I caught wind of was the time it takes to get food now. Apparently it takes a lot longer than before. For example; he came up with these new Panini sandwiches. Kudos to you big dog Cletus! Way to think outside your THC soaked box once in awhile. Unfortunately, he only bought 1 Panini maker, which can make 2 concurrently. Oopsie! So if the lunch rush crowd comes in, and out of all those customers, 15 want to try one of those amazing creations, ummmm, yeah, then the other 13 have to wait for the first 2, then the other 11 have to wait for another 2, and then the other 9; you get the picture. The server who I am still friends with said it's just ridiculous. When a table of 4 comes in, they joke about how only 2 of them get to try a Panini. The others don't have time on their lunch break so they are forced to order something else or not eat. L to the O to the L!!!

Also apparently he's been on a kick of firing employees. The whole time I was there, I let one go, and that's because she worked for a week and had already bounced 2 checks from her personal account to the business. Her only and last paycheck was less than 2 dollars after I deducted the NSFs. Even then, I felt terrible. She was a very nice girl, just couldn't let that pass even though she swore up and down that she'd make good on them. His only cook finally left because she absolutely hated working with him. Here's the kicker, she was his close relative. Seemingly, he pushed much of the extra work upon her and she typically worked more hours than him. Jesus Christ. What a piece of shit. She blamed it on her kid not liking the city though, I suppose to keep ties together. I remember her fondly. She was such a sweet and kind woman. More competent than him easily. Hard working, customers and fellow employees loved her, punctual, intelligent, you name it.  I can't say I'm surprised though. Not one bit.

Well now his little pork chop (Bertha) can no longer help at the restaurant so he screwed himself. He was short on servers, cooks, dishwashers, prepers, and bartenders. Hmmm, that about covers everything. Apparently he had to hire 3 of those terminated employees back. The best part, he had to ask them back and admit fault. I heard he used that he "was mad" when he made his decision and he's trying to control his temper. He has to work so much and if they only knew the amount of stress he was under they would understand. This, right here. I used to love putting managers and owners alike in their place when they would piss and moan about that shit. Well, fuck you, it's no one's fault but your own. Don't like it? Stop doing it! Period! Apparently you can't handle it and you shouldn't be in that position. Quit, sell your joint, just fuck off for even saying that. The solution is so easy that you should NEVER use that as an excuse, ever. "Oh my God. I only got 4 hours of sleep last night. Boo Hoo me." Fuck you. Become a common worker then as you don't deserve the spoils of the labor.

Ah shit, now I'm getting worked up. I've had a few Budweisers and am getting ready to hit some pubs in my current city with a few friends. I probably shouldn't start the night out mad. So I'll leave this worthless post sit as is, until the next time in another day in the life of a line cook.