  Staff meeting was long and pointless. There was some entertaining sword rattling, and emphasis put on better customer service, but it was an hour and a half I'd much prefered sleeping. We did come to a concensus in the after meeting unoffical meeting that every grieveance any worker has is either directly or indirectly caused by Lunkhead, and his cousin, Farm Boy.
Aw, fuck kitchen politics, what it boils down to is that L & FB are not pulling their weight, everyone else suffers, we hate them, the end. I really wish i had an issue, a burning insight, or something of import to place here. don't got it, though. Not the political type, not really passionate about anything much, and, as personal as I get here, I do not get personal enough - it's a rather sanitized version of what happens in my head, and in my immediate environment. So really, a person could say this blog is meaningless, entirely pointless, a utter waste of an overly-curious person's time. Good thing I don't give it that much thought. Minako - you're probably right. Oddly enough though, as right as you are, the other folks tell me I really ought to talk to this girl, get some closure.
I've got to give it an excessive amount of thought. (not that I've not been obsessing already, but you know, everyone needs a hobby. ) Laundry on the floor Unwashed, stepped on, and ignored The pants are weeping. I showed this haiku to jeff: Jeffypoo says: weeping? Naked Nerd says: you know, crying? Naked Nerd says: also could mean oozing something nasty Jeffypoo says: eeewwww.. Jeffypoo says: that's cool. Ass is expanding Pizza utterly to blame Fatness is my fate. Well, not just pizza.. a liter of coke, donair meeeeeeeeaaaaaaat, donair sauce, garlic fingers. The list continues, but I'm salivating already. Did i mention groceries, particularily healthy groceries, are expensive? 
