one day in new york city baby a girl fell from the sky from the top of a burning apartment building 14 stories high | i'm in my 30s and i'm here forever | they/he
i used to work with a guy who would occasionally squint at me and tell me i looked like princess zelda. i think this is because he was too polite to tell me he thought i looked like link
last night one of the other cooks was telling me about dia de los muertos, and first i was kind of laughing imagining my dead oma coming back to hang out for a night and being confronted with me as i currently am, and then i realized there are people for whom family is a source of unconditional love and support instead of judgement and i had to go sit in the bathroom and stare at the wall for a bit
the good supervisor everybody liked was supposed to work through friday but the sous made him do his termination paperwork today 😢 he literally stuck his head in the kitchen and yelled OKAY I’M LEAVING IT WAS NICE WORKING WITH YOU ALL GOODBYE
it was so fast a lot of people didn’t even realize it was happening. people kept asking me where he was because they needed stuff and he was the supervisor scheduled for today, and i had to tell them he was gone and wasn’t coming back. this especially sucked because they would immediately start freaking out that they didn’t get to say goodbye while i was still kind of trying to process it myself, and there was just a noticeably shitty mood hanging over the kitchen all day. like even the dishwashers and kitchen utility guys were depressed about it.
if i had more energy i could say some shit about how capitalism has destroyed our ability to properly make space for this sort of thing (commemorating/processing the departure of a person you’ve worked closely with for months, who you like and respect) but i don’t. it just sucks so bad man
tapping the sign because somebody said i looked like princess zelda tonight
tonight i pulled my hair up into a tiny little ponytail and one of the other cooks said i looked like machine gun kelly’s twin so i made this meme about it
the other night one of the cooks asked me how i know who is the “wife” in my relationship, so i told him we flipped a coin for it, and that some people prefer to rock paper scissors but we decided to keep it simple. as i was saying this i noticed my supervisor in the background cracking up and making scissoring hand motions
a few weeks ago or maybe a month ago i had this idea to make fried milk but to infuse the milk first with like cardamom or lavender or lemon/orange zest and the idea just will not leave me alone. it will be rattling around in the back of my head bothering me until i make it i fear