One Flew Over the Kuckoo's Nest

I more than likely misspelled today's title, so if I did, we'll take care of it later. Let's start today's blog out right. In a previous blog (The Empire Strikes Back), I got on one of my soapboxes to vent, and I think I took it a bit too far by including my parentals. So in the interest of atonement, I'd like to publicly appologize to them. I had a bad day and I snapped and my anger was misplaced. I'm man enough to admit when I'm wrong and when I screw up, and I'm doing it. So to mom and dad, I'm sorry I was a big jerk. OK, now on to he hilarity.

I'm gearing up for 201 and I'm stoked about it. If I haven't mentioned it earlier (I don't usually read previous blogs even though I wrote them). I swapped to the intensive (I'll be done in 2 weeks as opposed to a month), plus my show will be before my good buddy Matt's 30th and I'll get to party with him, Stack, and Vinnie (fellow Illuminati members). On top of that, I spoke with my 101 teacher about a possible internship at UCB and he said once I was done with 201 to let him know and he'd give me a shining recommendation. So all good stuff in terms of networking going on. It also looks like I'll be transferring from Ruby Foo's to Dos Caminos (thanks to my buddy Allison). That's a sister restaurant of the B.R. Guest (get it, it's a clever play on words!!!) corporate umbrella. I met with the GM John, he was super cool and it looks like it'll work out. I'm scheduled to start over there on Monday, so that's exciting. The last obstacle in the way is the current GM where I work, Phil. I've vented about him before, but I don't think I've gone into too much detail. Let me bring you into the Ruby Foo's Times Square for a moment.

First off, there are some pretty nice people I work with (who are probably reading this blog). As a keen observer, I've noticed a few things. The two managers who are great and great to work with (Jose and Lucien) are both leaving, which means if I weren't transferring, I'd be stuck with Jenn the Gossip, Alex the new manager (who just kind of looks....I don't know....well, I do know, I just won't say right yet),Eric (he's OK...he means well, so I really don't have a beef even though I was completely right the other evening...but I digress), and Phil, the GM (where do I begin?). So with my keen powers of observation (well, me, and about 15 other people) are noticing that the captain's crew is abandoning ship. Good people don't typically leave in droves, and don't tell me it's the recession because people still have to eat. Phil's the kind of guy to point out everything you're doing wrong while you're busy, but never offer any kind of help. I guess I can't blame him. After all, it's extremely hard to stand around and criticize employees on a daily basis. With Memorial Day coming up this weekend, listen to how we're "celebrating" at the Foo. We're going to serve BBQ at an Asian themed restaurant (the aforementioned Foo) whilst dressed as cowboys/cowgirls. That's exactly how we plan on driving more traffic into the restaurant. Just a take a few moments to re-read the previous two sentences and let that bad boy digest. It's fine, I'll wait....

OK, let's break it down; cowboys serving BBQ at an Asian restaurnat. Maybe if the question is "can you name three things that couldn't possibly go together in this lifetime or even this dimension?" Let me add another layer; we'll be playing Top 40 music while people eat (they rejected my idea of playing some real Country music, like Merle Haggard or the Highwaymen, but Phil told me that it wouldn't "work well"). Really. I'm still trying to noodle this one out. You know, I think nothing says "let's honor those who died for out country's freedom" than "cowboy." Not red, white, and blue, not the men hoisting the American flag at Iwa Jima, hell, not even pictures of Ike, Washington, or Kennedy. No, it's definitely gun sliggin', horse ropin', prairie roamin' cowboys. Maybe if we were celebrating the annexation of the Republic of Texas into the United States, I could see the whole cowboy thing going down. Maybe if we were a barbeque joint, I can understand it. Hell, maybe why not dressing up as genie's, play some reggae and serve fondue; it makes about as much sense. We could even try pilgrims, gangster rap, and serve new-American cuisine. I can go on and on, so you see where I'm going with this whole line of thinking. So anywho, that's enough bitching by yours truly. Happy Memorial Day, and we'll be right back after a message from our sponsors!