Despite _still being paid considerably less_ than those _who do considerably less_, I did get a $0.30 raise at work. I am grateful. But also not, its clear Mary has no idea who is pulling the weight at the truckstop. Brian showed up at 23:XX, _overslept_. Be blamed his woman... He's not getting kicked out of his house anymore, nor is he moving. I think its **all kayfabe**. Why can't someone just have a normal day!? Everyone has to come to work with some fucking baggage that makes them be a fucking worthless bastard at work, all night (every night). Why can't people who are cooks, COOK? What's wrong with taking a little pride in your job? Especially when your the highest paid in the whole place? Why you gotta tear bags of bread open so all the slices you don't use get all hard as a fucking rock? Is it so horrible to at least fold over the opening so our fine customers have some bread they would too feed to someone they care about. Oh wait, that's hard to do when you _tear the fucking bag open like a fucking two-year old!_ My bad... But I am happy about the raise. Not exhilarated, but I'm feeling somewhat of a raise! And I wont be improper, I will send Mary a thank you card in the snail mail. When it comes to the _next raise_, I will do all in my power to see that I get it (rightfully) before **Mr. Slop Cook** does. I spent the whole time between 22:00 and when Brian arrived cleaning up the kitchen and by 0:00 it was tore the fuck off just like I did nothing. Unappreciated, yet you somehow think you have the RIGHT to walk around with a fucking attitude. I knew someone who was concerned with going to the Dells for the weekend, had no intentions of ever moving out. I really hate LYING. I have **sincere** tattooed on my arm for a reason. On a positive note, my kitchen is sexier now that I've placed a few of the things my Father & Sister got me for my birthday. Silicon pastry brushes, an olive oil container, a canister set -- all things that make Mesh want to cook all day, everyday. But despite being a cook more than anything else, I have to say the little stand we have in our kitchen (which _was_ intended for a microwave) makes the room complete. The cabinetry and top is stock piled with baking stuff. The Kitchenaide mixer is atop, a nice sugar bowl with cork top, cutting board, etc.. Its Krystal's domain, and when she's in the zone, so is the baked goods! She really makes some good stuff. She made me more cookie bars and had them on the counter the morning of my birthday. Its the little things in life that make life better. I smoked a fraction of cigarettes at work, compared to normal. All in the aide of the off-ramp, approaching just around the bend.