The plus sides to the job. I'm not getting any flack about my sexual orientation, and no one has bothered to make any comments about the gender i.d. thing. These are good aspects to have at work. The Kitchen Manager and i seem to get along really well, so far. I've messed up a couple of times, and no one has yelled at me, no one has ridiculed me, and they only seem interested in getting the food out, not harassing their employees.

It's a funky little place, littered with license plates, bumper stickers, refrigerator magnets, and stuff that is all about Texas...i like funky little places. One of the head guys seems to be a Teaching Chef. Although he isn't teaching in the work environment. But i could learn a thing or two from them.

Of course, i'm salivating over a place close to here that is up for rent/sale. If i had a $100,000 start up costs i'd grab onto it. The place could be a money maker if run right. And i'm surprised no one has stepped up to grab it. The price is a steal for the property it's on. But as Master says, even if we had that kind of capitol, She would never see me. I told Her we would make a spot on the patio, or indoors for Her where she could plug in the lap top i could buy Her from the profits, and She could hang out with us. Nice dream huh? It really is a nice property, and i would like to be in business for myself. *sigh* another time...another place...

I've had many thoughts racing around my brain today. None of them seem to be cohesive enough to put down here. At least i'm starting to write again. I was backed up on my email. Swamped is more like it...so i took care of that this morning. I have to go into work about 6 p.m. And spend the night making mashed potatoes and cleaning fryers. Hey at least i'm drawing a paycheck!!!

Well, hopefully i'm settled in enough with the new schedule to write more often. I need to just for my own mental health and well being. And to let Master know where my head is at. I'm good at articulating, and communicating. But sometimes it comes across more clearly if i write it out. (of course She hasn't seen the scrambled journals i write...) Happy March!