My "Last" day at Bonefish.
It's a concoction of water and flour, applied in layers.
1) Slurry (water and flour mixed)
2) Warm Water
3) Flour
and this was followed by being
4) popped in the ass by a towel
Officially, it *is* my last day.
Behind the scenes, though: I'm in limbo about the new job. I love it, don't get me wrong... but I'm still training. The instructor has already said that he would be 'thinning the herd' (my words, not his) come Tuesday. I do not know the criteria upon which he'll be basing his decision, but let's just say I'm not completely confident that I will survive the process. Even if I do, there's still a certification test on Friday. While I'm comfortable in what I have learned, nothing has been guaranteed. Provided that I DO get that far, I have to produce the expected numbers (1 unit/hour) within one month.
I'm not down on myself here; I KNOW I'm capable of pulling this off... let's just say the instructor is not exactly slanted in my favor. Not that he's against me, I just normally can get a sense of my standing in situations like this. I can't tell at all now, and I'm taking absolutely nothing for granted.
Those things said, I asked Peter today to wait on pulling me off the schedule completely. One thing is for sure: no matter how much I hate working in the hospitality industry, I cannot afford to be without a job. He told me that if I needed it, I could keep working there, albeit only three days a week. I've already been replaced. lol It's better than nothing, and gives me ample time off to look for something else.
Also: 94 hours since my last cigarette. This sucks! Especially right now, since I'm drinking, but I feel so much healthier. My chest is lighter, my sense of smell is sharper, and I can taste things more acutely. It's fucking wild.
There's the update.