work was on that bullshit. that mother fucking bullshit. where to start. the [staff](http://browse.vanillatree.org/T&T%20Third%20Shift.png): jessica, brian (until question mark), myself cooking, laura waiting and harlan doing... harlan stuff. hood cleaners were in the place last night when i got in. if you have ever been in a kitchen you know there are hoods above and around any sort of major cooking area. this sucks up all the smoke off the char-broilers, the grill, and the very large pots in back that are built into tables and built right into the wall. well as you can imagine that gets quite elaborate build-up under there. you always hire out someone to do that. the new people mary got are better by leaps and bounds. i remember when the old company she had do that shit back in the day were sloppy as fuck and when they left it was like ice skating for seven hours. these guys are a small company, three people. the quality of crowd at some of these other companies. jessica has this thing about cooking. meaning she cooks and nothing else. in my three weeks working there i've never seen her cut bread, do any prep work. all i've seen her done is cook and stock. i come from a generation of workers at the place where its total and absolute communism. everyone does everything. xtraining was the name of the game back in the day. you'd see me or brian doing work for harlan or vice-versa. it was on that mutual respect mode. the object of work is to get things done, but the overall perspeKtive is what some like to oversee as not necessary to see complete. meaning most people i've came across care about their own ass and that's it. fuck that. so brian and myself worked on the prep work. did onions, green peppers, made pancake mix. setup all kinds of stuff. that's takes a while. got new chilli on the line cos that shit they called chilli made me want to vast for a month. nobody cares about quality like i do. the hood cleaners were there, so that means a limited menu. basically nothing interesting. the only thing i would even suggest trying is a TDC. so needless to say while brian and myself were working like junkyard dogs after thieves (thieves, read on) jessica cooked a little bit and talked to laura about "finding the perfect partner". they must have smoked at least a pack of cigarettes tonight. 2.41 comes along. jessica wanders out to the floor. sits down. fucking SITS DOWN. talks. gabs. "that's shit all overseen by mary" says harlan. this is fucking bullshit i can't see this. smoked a cigar outside on top of the cement pillar. not suggested you wander outside to smoke, but jesus christ we have a cook in there just sitting down and hanging out like she's a fucking customer. she's even SMOKING out there. outside i thought about if i should be different than i had been back in the day when i worked there. cos that's all normal shit the things they are doing. always overseen. fuck it, mary has to know about this. this is fucking bullshit. move back to the kitchen only to see a drunk second shifter cooking two burgers, one with fries. coleslaw the whole nine yards. i don't care if they want food i would have cooked it for them. my bad for being outside smoking. i'm as bad as they are. he's dancing in the kitchen to whatever was on 102.1 (the best station i've heard them listen too, cos when i'm alone its 106.9). i'm blasting my rag clean in the dish-room when harlan leans into me talking about "you know he won't pay for that fucking shit." i turned around and looked at kyle. he's getting plastic-ware for his togo. i heard no ticket printed. i heard that machine outside in the parking lot, just as good as i can hear a waitress ripping a ticket apart to put on the hot-plate. its amazing. over music anything. i heard no fucking ticket printed. harlan snooped at them on the way out. they didn't pay. might be just 20.00 in food to some of them, but mary had to know about this. i'm on that anti-steal mode. there is no pride in theft. that's the way it makes sense to me now. jessica out on the bar now coluring with the markets i [mentioned yesterday](http://eshm.livejournal.com/343173.html). 3.49 jessica returns to the kitchen. she stocks the bread like a half assed person would and disappears. sits in the parking lot for a little bit after having a half hour conversation with laura in the back. its 4.30 and the cooler isn't stocked. orders are starting to come in the breakfast crowd is arriving. at five o'clock you should be relaxing just waiting to cook something not running around like a fucking chicken with your head cut off. so i told mary. if he dont tell her without her saying something when he comes in today he's fucked. she'll make him pay cos he's on that 'good side'. mary is so blind. i know she lets people have chances, and looks past who you are and only how you work. but you have to draw the social line somewhere. at least that's what i think if you want to run somewhere that is going to have an edge over the rest of the competition. on a positive note at about 5.25 mary otto came up to me and said "the guy out there with the hat on said that was the best sandwich he has ever eaten in this restaurant." that came at the perfect time, because just before that laura gave me some _snappy ass_ response to my question about what **OL** meant on the ticket. **"OVER LIGHT!"**. i asked her what that meant and she **REALLY WENT OFF**. "OVER LIGHT OVER EASY, PFT!" and walks away. otto walks in tells me that "over light is just before over easy, kinda like _want a straw with your eggs"_. then she told me about the sandwich. she's good with peoples emotions like that. mary was appreciative i told her about the free to go kyle pulled. she was somewhat surprised, because she knew i was part over the 'overseers' back in the day. kind of like keep your mouth shut, that's how i used to be. i dont have anything to hide anymore. honestly, i don't. i'm xPosed now and i have to live with that, but like i said i'm starting to like it. this will start a war. i'm _ready_ for it.