My life as a Restauranteur

Currently, it is 61 degrees inside my restaurant in the private dining room. Outside however, it is a glorious 81degrees and sunny...hmm...I dont think i bargained for this. And did I mention it is a SATURDAY. Okay, despite the occasional Saturdays that I need to come in for a couple of hours my new job has turned out to be pretty amazing. The GM of the restaurant is nice, the French Chef is hot and is a lot of fun most of the time when he isn't yelling at the staff and his kitchen help, and the servers have slowly gotten over the "Who is this 12 year old who just waltzed in here off the street and started telling me what to do" attitude. I am starting to find my niche in this place. Things I have done since I started working here have included, "Taste of the Nation," "Rammy" award nominations, The French Wine Society's meeting. All events where I have gotten to taste really good wine, eat delicious food, and oh, right, I guess you could call it work. I have traveled to New York for Passover, eaten Brunch at my favorite place in the lower east side called Yuca Bar (PLEASE PLEASE I beg you to take the 5 hour bus ride, simply to have their Huevos Rancheros, which is eggs over easy, ontop of a black bean quesadilla, delicious guacamole, sour cream, and salsa! Can I just say, the BBQ (Black Bean Quesadilla) melts in your mouth, the eggs appetizingly slurp their way across the plate covering every bite in gooey egginess, and the sour cream and guacamole make licking your plate clean an absolute must, as Cambouri proved to me when we were there...Yes, I had to pull the plate away from her before she actually stuck her tongue on the plate,( I work ina restaurant, I know where plates have been :) ) . I jet setted my way to Sacramento to visit Ten's family, where his half sister just had the most perfect baby boy who was 6 weeks old. He little sneezes, spit-ups, and gurgling made the 5 hour and 30 min (each way) plane ride worth every minute. His parents are absolutly the nicest people, always welcoming my East Coast ways and manners into their house, and actually have started allowing Ten and I to sleep in the same room. After dinner the first night, his mom, during a tipsy moment came to help me set the trundle beds up, (two twin beds in the guest room). She was telling me how happy she was that we had come to visit and as she pushed the twin beds together she looked at me and said one of the most cringe worthy things a potential mother-in-law could say, "There, now you too can be next to each other." Ugh, my face turned bright red, as I embarreslying nodded, excuse myself and ran into Ten's sister's room to hide, before I was forced to have "The Talk". Besides a few awkward moments, it was a wonderful weekend, and it was an unbearable reminder of the type of weather we were missing while living in the frozen tundra of Washington D.C.

Places I have visited recently, um, actually not too many since I have been so busy traveling ( I have just been recapping the past 2 weekends). Tomorrow I have plans for a girl's brunch tomorrow. Mostly that means bottomless mimosa's and bloodymary's at whatever place we can under $10 dollars...hmm...make the 15 since I probably don't want to know what type of champagne is used in the ten dollar one. I think it will be, Ole Miss, Me, my friend Jennifer (she currently is leaving my parents house as a renter, reminder my parents have moved out so not as wierd), and maybe my childhood friend Welsh. My other friend, ND (she has been really disappointed that everytime I write my blog I never talk about stuff i do with her, and she may make me change her name but for now, ND will work), has her parents in town so she won't be able to come :( She is actually going to be eating dinner with her parents at my new restaurant, I hope everything is delicious and I would highly recommend it if it wouldn't give away my identity, but it comes highly recommended by the Washington Post as one of the best new restaurants in the city, so I guess that is a hint.

I guess that is an update. I am finding it increasingly important to make good friends and keep them. Having moved so much between colleges and after college it is really hard to keep friends. I hate to talk on the phone which makes keeping in touch with friends all across the country very difficult and totally unsatisfying. Ole Miss and I have become really close, and as someone who knows how to have good girl friends (being the southern belle that she is) I have been taking pointers from her and trying to follow her lead when it comes to being friends with girls and how to handle all the situations that arise, like break-ups, boy troubles, and making sure to spend enough time away from Ten and with my girlfriends (even though I have to say, I am pretty good at that, not perfect, but better than most, and I probably should not take any credit for that, because it is usually Ten telling me, "I need guy time, if I have to listen to you endlessly prattle on about your job, your friends, and gossip I might kill myself. I need some beer, bbq's, and babes" (he is joking about the babes thing, but I get the hint).

So Hope everyone's has been doing well. I will let you know where I end up for brunch. Hopefully some really cool place on U St or Adam's morgan. Let me know if you have suggestions.

I'm BACK!

Dear Readers,

I am back from my haitus. I apologize for the recent silence i have been very very busy...so let's get to it...

My life as I know it is very different then it was last time I updated. Things that have happened include:

I went to Miami
I went to the hottest new nightloung called the Florida Lounge at the Delano Hotel.
I met Eva Longoria there. (ok, well I didnt meet her but I did get to attend her birthday party...okay, it's not exactly how it sounds, I happened to be at the club she was celebrating her birthday at but I did get to sing her happy birthday, well not just me, but you get it :)
I met the Mayor of Miami at the Delano also, and I did actually meet her. My friend from high school is a photographer for Ocean Drive Magazine (kinda the society pages of Miami) and so knows everyone, every hot place and can get into every hot place.

Miami was amazing!! I was visiting London. Since you last saw her in this blog, she has broken up with her boyfriend (which is a good thing in her eyes), she has won Employee of the Year (at L'Oreal!!) and is still one of the most awesome and amazing friends I have. She is amazingly sweet and fun and I extended my stay longer just to spend a little bit more time with her, and maybe in the MIami Sun :)

I have also started my new job at the Restaurant! YAYA!!! SO excited!

So since I started here, the restaurant has been nominated by the James Beard Foundation (if you dont know what that is I suggest you watch a little Top Chef) as Best New Restaurant in Country. Now, it hasnt won yet, but we will : )

My title is kinda vague, basically I am a manager/program coordinator. I do a wide vareity of things but I love it!!! I love my new job, i love my new bosses and i love my new french chef :) Everyone was right, he is cuter than my other one, nicer, and his accent is just soooo adorable, you just want to pinch his cheeks. I already have a nickname as well, The chef refers to me as "Sweetcakes". Apparently that is a french cutesy name. I dont care he can call me whatever he likes :)


Ten and I had our anniversary...we didnt do anything except go on a very nice run to see the DC sites, and then make dinner but it was perfect for me. It was one of those really nice days we have just had in DC where it was 70 degrees. Ten and I really enjoy our runs and it was just so perfect to be finally outside enjoying the weather, enjoying the beautiful DC sites and just spending time together. I dont know exactly how many years we have been together but we are guessing around 4. So we have decided that it would be our 4 year anniversary.

Places i have been lately that I suggest going are....hmmm...I actually dont think I have gotten out lately... I am going to Poste I think today for drinks, we may end up at Zengos, but now that I am located in Penn Quarter for work I think it is time to start trying out the bars and happy hours here.

I love Clydes! I highly suggest going there for a drink if you ever get a chance. Look for the Bartender Earl, he is a fabulous bartender and very nice. I love going into bars and asking the bartenders to make me whatever they want and he is a great sport and makes me awesome drinks :) (Bartenders hate me, but I still love it, how else am I supposed to try new drinks).

I suggest Rocket Bar, if you are looking for a fun laid back bar that is not too crowd. I have gone there with a few friends and the many televisions keep the sports crazed occupied (ie: Ten) and the billiards tables, and darts provides fun for all ages. As well, it is nice to just hang around and catch up with your friends.

Another suggestion:McCormick and Schmicks for their happy hour of course is amazing. It's like 2.95 for like the greatest appetizers and they don't skimp on size! you can get a full half pound burger and fries. I would also highly suggest their buffalo wings...

Something I learned last weekend: I learned that if you go to Eastern Market at around 3:45 great deals can be found. I was a little late heading to the market but as it is one of my favorite things to do on Saturdays, especially now that it is strawberry season I decided to risk it. When I got there everything was being sold at next to nothing. I bough 3 baskets of strawberries for 2 dollars, 1 bin of red potatoes, and 1 bin of cherry tomatoes for dollar each. It was great! The only problem was I missed the deli place I love in the market itself, since it was closed by the time I got there. If you are looking for a great activity in DC I would highly suggest Eastern Market.

Another place as a DC local that I love, is the Waterfront. If you get off the metro at L'Enfant Plaza and head down to the water (past the Mayflower hotel, ( i forgot what street it is) you can buy fresh fish, shrimp, maryland crabs, oysters, clams anything!! all fresh off the boats. They are actually boats that you buy from. The expereince is great, find the best deal, order steamed crabs hand your cash down to the guy on the boat and he packs a brown paper bag full of fresh maryland crabs, or hands you a plate of fresh shucked oysters. Their clam chowder is delicious as well. My favorite past time is to pick up crabs, shrimp etc. and find a nice spot on the grassy hill across the way and settle in for a great lunch or dinner. You could also take it down to the monuments and go see the cherry blossoms since tis the season.

So, I guess for now, thank you for your patience and hope everyone is doing well.
If anyone has suggestions for great happy hours, drinks, or dinner places in Penn Quarter or Chinatown, let me know!

When I say Sake, you say BOMB!

Good Morning!! I apologize for the lack for blogging I have been doing lately! I love all the comments I have been getting and I wish I could have been updating more lately. As you all know, I have been going through a personal mini crisis with my job and basically what to do in my life.
So here’s a little recap:
Everything started when the hotel I was working for was bought. As a reminder I worked for 2 hotels, and only 1 of them was bought. This brought a lot of inner turmoil among all employees. Our little family was being torn apart and these big scary new people were coming into rule over us….It was awful to say the least, there was a lot of crying, mental breakdowns over my demotion to Secretary (unofficial but accurate). There also was a denial of the promotion I have been going to work each day for. The hope that all my hard work had been noticed and I would soon be an employee in the restaurant in the hotel, my one and only reason for staying with one hotel over the other. In the words of the GM, “I don’t see why the restaurant needs you, and unless the position is 90% admin work, I wont approve such a promotion because it isn’t necessary.” With that one little sentences, caviar and champagne dreams floated themselves out the window. That disappointment lead to multiple other changes, all leading up to: I HAVE OFFICIALLY PUT IN MY TWO WEEKS!! I DID IT LAST FRIDAY!!

So I know enquiring minds want to know, what has this 23 year old Food and Beverage extraordinaire decided to persue? (I might be using the word extraordinaire rather loosely considering it has been over a year and I still can’t pronounce the word “Sommelier”- which for those of you don’t know means “Wine Guy”) I was hired by the restaurant, not in my dream position (but then again who actually gets their dream position at 23?) but doing something rather less glamorous. I will be working at the other restaurant owned by the same Chef, which was just voted number 10 best new innovative restaurants in the country by New York Times. I will be doing data entry…that’s right, data entry… and if I am lucky I will get to still help with any big events that the restaurant at the hotel does, and I will still get to learn about the restaurant industry. As much as that sounds boring, and awful, and may I say BORING again…there are a few upsides to the position. I won’t just be doing any data entry, I will be inputting the ALL IMPORTANT AND SECRETIVE Recipes into the new computer system. I will also become GURU to said computer system and be working with the Exec Chef to teach him and all other Managers how to use it. Other upsides include: Working directly with the Exec chef, who I have been told by numerous people that if I love the Exec Chef at the Hotel Restaurant (WHICH I DO DODODODODODO!!! I have written about him previously, just think “Sexy, French Accent who Yells at me all the time, but I don’t care because his sexy mouth can say anything he wants to me because I pretty much don’t understand anything he says anyways”) I AM GOING TO LOVE THE EXEC CHEF AT NEW RESTAURANT. Apparently, he is French (God yes!) his accent is thicker (Even BETTER) and he doesn’t yell as much (hm, I don’t care really, it is kinda hot when French men get all hot and bothered over fruit salads and the perfect consommé ).

So I will be starting forth in this new endeavor in about two weeks. I of course, will keep updates on my progress. And let you know how truly hot the new chef is (Ten can’t be too jealous, I really only like them for their accents).

In other news, Ten’s birthday just passed!! It was really wonderful! He is 24! AWW!! That sounds soo old, I know we are young but still. It sounds older!
Due to my lack of funds, I decided to throw Ten a birthday party at my apartment, not just any birthday party but a SAKE BOMB party!!
I invited all his friends over, brewed SAKE (well, not technically brewed it myself but I did heat it up because that is the best way to drink Sake) and made everyone bring over tons and tons of Saporro!! I also cooked Edamame because Sake isn’t anything without Edamame with it.
It was a lot of fun! In case you don’t know what Sake Bombs are, it is when you take a shot of hot Sake, balance it on two chopsticks over a glass of beer. Everyone proceeds to chant, our versions included, “Sake, Sake, Sake, Sake, Sake, Sake BOMB!” or “When I say Sake you say bomb, Sake, Bomb, Sake, BOMB!” or we even sang happy birthday to Ten and ended it with a BOMB! And when you say BOMB you slam your hands on the table and the shot glass falls in, and you must drink the whole glass, SAKE and Beer as fast as you can.
It is great fun, however, 6 Sake Bombs, and 2 shots later, I might have had a little too much to drink (especially for the 98 pounds of me). I don’t remember the end of the night…I was told that I put on pajamas and then started doing a crazy crab walk (which in my hazy state I slightly remember doing that, but I think I was actually trying to do the dance that Cameron Diaz does at the top of the Hill in the beginning of the movie, “The Sweetest Thing”. What? Don’t remember that move? Not surprised, but apparently it had a big impact on me.
Flashforward: 6am in the morning, I wake up freezing on the 2-seater in my living room, clutching a velvet pillow for warmth…that’s odd considering I went to sleep in my own bed, or so I remember…
Flashforward: 9 am, the marathon throwing up begins. I not only throw up every 10 mins, I throw up every ounce of water, tiny bites of bread I tried to force down, and basically was reduced to dry heaving and standing Butt straight up in the air, head forced down to the toilet to get anything else possible out of my system because my stomach decided it still wasn’t done. Highlight of my morning was when Ten was using the bathroom for the 2 secs he needed to pee, and of course my stomach decides, “Hey you, bonehead, I need to throw up…” FUCK, (excuse my language) I go running down the hall searching for somewhere to throw up.. sink is filled with dishes, trash is overflowing with beer bottles, cups, and food, my trashcan from the night before is filled with Ten’s puke (he also did not make it through the night with projectile heaving), so I frantically grab a plastic bag from the storage closet, place it over the recycling bin in case of holes in the bottom, and proceed to throw up, in a plastic bag, over 5 tons of used beer bottles in the storage closet. Ten, must have heard the frantic commotion I made because he came out, and was like "are you ok," I am heaving up whatever is left in my stomach as I am waving my arms at him to “GET THE F- OUT!!! YOU CANT SEE ME LIKE THIS!!”

Needless to say, I spent the rest of the day in bed, I didn’t stop throwing up till 3pm, where I finally found a spot on my bed where I finally felt slightly less sick, and proceed to stay in that position, refusing to move no matter the pins and needles of the weird neck position and leg position I was in, and slept till 6 pm. I woke up and proceed to have a few teaspoons of soup which stayed down and back to sleep around 9pm for another work day…
Lets just say, NOT MY GREATEST DAY IN THE WORLD….

Bar Review Edition _ "Rumors"

“Rumors” Review – 1900 M St. NW

I spent last Saturday, forcing myself past a very large man, pushing through a very small door, and trekking through a path that “magically appeared” as a pushed myself like a jigsaw puzzle piece fitting myself through the crowd to the bar where I very quickly needed a drink. Is it just me or is DC expanding? I, once again, spent my Saturday evening at a crowded popular DC bar, called Rumors. It is located at 1900 M St. near Farragut Square and Dupont Circle. If this bar had been located in like Iowa, Indiana, even some remote spot in DC like say Crystal City (J I live there so don’t get mad) I would have loved the bar. The problem was the amount of people in the place could have fit in the new Nationals Stadium! It was maxed out!! Maybe it’s just me, but when I go to a bar I enjoy having room to dance and breathe, I don’t like when dancing is mandatory because the people are so close next to you that everyone sort of has to sway with the crowd. I’ve got moves people!! How am I supposed to break it down, with all those people cramping my style?! It is also frustrating when Cambouri comes all the way from New York to go out for the evening and she spent half of it in line waiting for people to leave the bar because it was at capacity at around 11:00pm. I even pleaded with the bouncer if he would let my gorgeous, BALLERINA friend into the bar, because 1. she is hot, 2. she was by herself, and 3. SHE WAS COLD! He just stood there and grunted negatively…ugh, I hate bouncers like that, there should be an unspoken rule that girls should not have to stand in line by themselves. So my conclusion, it would be a lot of fun if it was reasonably packed and didn’t cost $5 dollars to get into an overcrowded dance floor that they tried to call a bar. I would suggest going early and leaving early. Personally, I like having room to enjoy myself and when a place is that overcrowded it’s just not fun anymore.

In other news, HR pulled me aside today. Basically, she told me in a closed door meeting that it doesn’t look like the position I want will be available for at least 6 months or more…soo…..Tonight’s Mission If I can Stomach it: Plan my life….

Option 1: New Job
Option 2: Stay, but they will incorporate a training program with all the information I WOULD LIKE TO LEARN to HELP ME on my career path….further details still to come

So…I have a lot of soul searching to do. WISH ME LUCK!

Valentine’s Day Surprises are a treat

So I guess I will post the final post on Valentine’s Day. I had to let you all know what Ten ended up planning. So Friday evening, I got all dressed up in this great dress I bought at white house/black market. I had fabulous black shoes from New Years that I repeated. I did my hair and got all dolled up with lots of mascara (for the googly eyes I intended on throwing Ten all night long) and baby pink lipstick from L’Oreal. Ten shows up looking as handsome as ever in a baby blue button down shirt with a pinstriped suit on, and not obnoxious pin stripes, but just slightly there stripes that make him look like a sexy lawyer type, or someone with a lot of money! We posed for a few pictures because I had to have a few and then got on the metro (probably the only downer of the night was not having access to a car but at least we did our part for the environment). So we get off at chinatown and I still had no clue where we could be going that my dress was appropriate for in Chinatown. And after a few minute walk, we approached Ruth Chris Steakhouse. Not every girl’s dream, but definitely as a steak lover, it was my dream. I only ONLY eat steak on special occasions, and so I died on the spot. “really?!! I get to eat steak tonight?!! We are actually going inside!!? This is too much!! Yum yum!! I love steak…SQUEAL! FAINT…” that is about how I sounded when we walked in. I NEVER EAT STEAK, because of the guilt factor. But Ten gave me permission tonight to not feel guilty and to enjoy myself. I had a flirtini: made of ketel one, cranberry juice, grapefruit juice and it came out a pale pale pink that matched the valentine’s day spirit and my lipstick. I batted my eyelashes at him all night long, while I died (or dined) on my plate of Filet and Shrimp, in pure meat overdose and deliciousness. We cooed sweet nothings to each other all night, ignoring the very large and very loud family sitting near us (I want to know who can afford to take all 14 members of your family to Ruth Chris, and how do I get myself one of those families.) All and all it was a wonderful night, filled with love mumurs, filet mignon, and flirtinis. I couldn’t have asked for a better Valentine’s Day. THANK YOU TEN!

In other news, my job still is in a standstill…Just waiting for a decisions… let’s just hope it comes sooner rather than later. I am starting to get antsy and I had a slight mental breakdown last night, knowing I had to go to work today, and my brain went colliding with the internet frantically searching for culinary school options, hospitality school options, jobs in California, jobs in DC…and not knowing what to do. Ten calmly talked me down, giving me a plan, which is exactly what I needed. A plan that just until the end of the summer we will definitely be staying in DC and that’s all I needed to know. And like that the fever abated, the sweating cooled to a slight damp drizzle, and I used the extra adrenaline to do a full scale clean of my room, dusting to changing sheets, to getting rid of unnecessary clutter.

I am sorry I have been such a bad blogger lately. I do appreciate all the good vibe comments you guys have been giving me. I just have been so consumed by my own life I haven’t been able to concentrate on others.

Thanks for dealing with my selfishness!

Frustratingly Mute in Georgetown

My life as a 20-something professional…translation, “the bottom of the totem pole”, also known as “bottom-dweller”, “push over”, “bend over”, “please sir, may I have another, and by the way, love your tie” and of course, “Coffee Sherpa”. Basically, if you haven’t gotten the message yet…not so pleased with the new take over…I know I have been hinting at this for the past few weeks. Talking about the split between my two beloved hotels (well, maybe not beloved but at least “liked”) and where I would end up.
Option one: go with my awesome big boss to the other hotel which would be hotel W (all offices use to just be in one, lets call it M Hotel, the other W Hotel had to have offices built to accommodate the split). My job would be unknown for the next couple weeks but would involve event planning, conference planning, accounting, HR, mail sorting, and any other odd, end detail which would, upon the hotel settling down, lead to Event Planner Extraordinaire.
Option 2: Stay with M hotel, suck it up until the new GM of M hotel approves my move to the restaurant (recall this is top 15 restaurants in the country, and the best in DC). I understood this process might take um, maybe 2 weeks…
Option 3: Stay with M hotel, and be a sales manager…yuck, yuck, spit! But the most money probably…

So I chose Option 2. I want to work at the restaurant. I have been working towards that goal for the past year. I applied there originally but there were no jobs at the time. That is where I want to be. I want to mingle with the upper-crusty Washingtonians. I want to dine on exquisite food, and I want to be able to say, “oh, Chef, that was divine! I want to do that during the Inauguration when we will be filled with only the most powerful people in the world!”
It’s my turn. I spent the past year working my soul into this place, I made myself inreplaceable to the hotel…unfortunately I have become a little too irreplaceable.
Problem: The new GM of hotel M arrived last week. AND WONT LET ME LEAVE! He is delaying the approval of my new position, because shocker…he doesn’t want to have to let me go and rehire someone. He wants to keep me as an assistant and supposedly promote me, or so he says to sales manager! NO, I DON’T WANT THAT!! I WANT THE RESTAURANT!! I want to be yelled at in French by the hottie exec chef who calls me “Pretty Girl” when he is not yelling at me (sorry Ten, but you know its true!).

So let me describe the last couple days that have gotten me so emotionally distressed that I have not been able to blog, let alone even read other blogs…
Last Thursday: Our new Director of Sales comes in, introduces herself (we will call her DOS) and says Conference Planner, other Assistant (the one I play phone games with) lets meet. They go into her office leaving me at my desk, and she begins to introduce herself, her goals while she is here, how long she expects to be here, others she expects to hire etc….Things that I believe everyone on the “team” should know…for the first time in over a year, I felt like I was not part of the team. I was demoted to assistant, phone answerer, and bitch. How did that happen between 8 am and 8:15 I don’t know. Immediately, new GM walks in, says “HI, I’m your new GM.” Looks around and then says to me, “ This office is disgusting, you need to clean the walls off with any other companys materials, you need to dust, through things away that don’t need to be here etc”. SO between 8:15 and 8:30 I was demoted even further to well…housekeeping/assistant, slash bottom dweller…urgh…ok, the tears begin to pool out of anger. I spend the rest of the day Thursday, answering phones and watching the other assistant get his promotion and move into his big new office (dungeon space). The GM calls me into this office and asks, “What are your plans?”
“I am going to move up to the restaurant”
“Um, I don’t know if that is the best move for right. And since I need to approve that move, I wanted to let you know that I think we will have to wait on that.”
“Um, what do you mean?”
“Well, since I have to approve the move, and since we don’t have anyone to replace you right now, it just doesn’t seem like the best time for such a move.”
“My friend is interested in my postion, I can bring her in tomorrow.”
“That is wonderful, bring her in, I need an assistant.”
WAIT A SECOND!! I AM BRINGING HER IN FOR MY JOB!!! SO I CAN MOVE UP!!

Basically he decides that until he can talk to the Chef who is out of town until THURSDAY!! He wont be able to make any decisions about my job here. And not only that, he tells me unless the restaurant job is 90% administrative it isn’t a good move right now since that is really the only thing they need. And I know the job that they want me for is not an admin job…I think he just wants to deny them offering me a higher salary which they promised me!

So Basically, I am being denied everything I had been promised, and being demoted on top of that…The tears begin to overflow. HOT ANGRY TEARS! THIS IS NOT MY FAULT! You cant just come in here and mess up everything I have worked for! I run to the HR Director, a girl just a few years older who is awesome, and tell her everything, as I am sobbing. In the past year, I have had one major meltdown and no others…The first day of this new company and I am already in tears.

(a little side note, I had asked HR if I could have a flat screen computer monitor that was in accounting that wasn’t being used as I had the smallest desk in the office and the largest computer monitor. She said yes. I took it and put it under my desk as I couldn’t ever find anyone to help me switch them and I cannot lift the mammoth screen on my desk by myself. So there it has been sitting for the past month. The greedy other assistant, says to me on Thursday of course, “Can I have that flat screen monitor sitting under your desk.” “No, I need it, I just haven’t been able to switch it yet and as I may be moving I don’t want to move it for nothing.” “But I need it for my new office.” “No you don’t, now that you have a new office you definitely don’t need a smaller monitor, since you have a big old desk and your own room!!” “But I want it” “UM, NO!”)
Friday: I walk in, and there under my desk is an empty space. Other assistant had taken my computer monitor even though I had said no. I couldn’t take it. I was being denied my promotion, people were treating me like shit, and he goes and takes the one little thing that was keeping me stable, the one prospect that I might still be moving to Citronelle. HOT TEARS AGAIN ERUPT! I run into Conference Planner’s office, “I’m leaving! I can’t take this shit anymore. This isn’t fair. How dare he do that, who does he think he is, treating me like that and taking other peoples stuff!” “Calm down, Tell me what happened” “he stole my computer monitor!” “what?!”
Other assistant walks in, probably because he knows he is in trouble, “I Didn’t steal it, I went and took another monitor from accounting, and the GM said I had to put mine back, and when I told him you had one, he also said I had to put yours back, but then he said I could keep yours. So I did.”
I was so angry!!TEARS ANGER GRRR!!! It’s the point that matters. I don’t care about the computer monitor. I don’t care about his promotion, I care that he thinks since he is above me he can do anything he wants know. I care that he thinks that what he did is ok. I care that he doesn’t have at least a little respect to understand that I am not currently happy about my position, and you are going to rub it in that you get to move. And the least little thing you can do is TAKE SOMETHING FROM ME!! Because you want a cool office! HOW INCONSIDERATE! UGH!! SO FRUSTRATED!!
So day 2…begins in tears again…One year NO TEARS. Two days, Two Tears/melt downs.
I wrote my old boss, Big Boss, an email, just telling him how unhappy I was, How I was sad that he wasn’t around anymore, that the office wasn’t the same without our team together, and how much I truly appreciate him now. He called me from Florida where apparently he had been on a business meeting and just the sound of his voice, knowing that he cared enough to tell me how sorry he was, how he hated to hear me so upset, I burst into tears again! THREE TIMES!! IN TWO DAYS! It was just the difference between the new and the old. The old was caring, warm and fuzzy, the new was cold, indifferent and frustratingly mute about my future.

Anyways, situation hasn’t been solved yet. HR talked to DOS and told her I was feeling undervalued, and ignored. DOS apologized to me and said she had been so worried about other thing she had kinda forgotten how I might feel during this time.

So I guess that is ok. I am working hard so they know that my job is not to be an assistant. But in terms of my career, the GM of the restaurant keeps telling me to relax, he promises everything will work out. I assume it will, but it has been frustrating being put on the backseat, back burner, watch others around me be promoted, do more while I just sit in my normal desk, my normal chair and keep still. I guess until Chef comes back in town my future remains cloudy.
I guess I should remember that no matter what despite my work life, I have a wonderful boyfriend who doesn’t care that I blow my nose constantly, that I hack luggies like its my job, and will still kiss me even if I have a cold sore on my tongue (well, not with tongue) of course.

Ugh, I hope everyone has had a better past couple days. I apparently have a lot of catching up to do, considering my reader says I have like 48 new entries to read…

V-day Updates/Hints:

So Sunday Morning: I am checking my email obsessively for probably 4th time that morning because I tend to do that when I absent mindely have my computer in front of me, I see a new email...

It is from Ten, it reads:

Ten & Blonde Features (Substitute full names)

Reservation for 2 , 8:30pm

Cocktail Attire Requested

Awwww....kinda excited..maybe Ten actually has a plan! I know, totally unexpected, like the time I turned down a Jean sale...totally out of character.

So I am excited and must plan a shopping trip ASAP! Ole Miss is on call for this emergency situation :)

p.s. I got my hair cut...I wish I could show you a picture but my favorite hair stylist, Serkan at the 4 Seasons (I LOVE HIM!) gave me a deal and charged me only $70 for my absolutly fantastic hair cut and blowdry!! LOVE LOVE LOVE HIM!

This if kinda what it looks like! He gave me "Beginner bangs" because I have never had bangs before and he didnt want me to be overwhelmed but I LOVE LVOE IT!!