on ill communication.

I didn't get the job at my first choice spot. I think what happened was when they offered me (or at least I thought it was an offer, but in retrospect I'm not so sure) a position that was lower than what I wanted to take, I said I didn't really want to work that, but I still was going to trail another spot and I'd call them on Friday (that was last week). I trailed the other spot and love love loved it. As I was watching the plates go out, my mouth was watering. The food is rustic and beautiful, the way I love to cook. When I asked what position they were hiring for, the sous chef (whom I'd had dinner with like a year ago, we have mutual friends) pulled me downstairs and said that she'd had no idea that anyone else was coming in to trail and that they had hired someone already. It sucked, because I really really loved the food and the environment of the kitchen. Like, really really loved it. Anyway, I call the first place back and set up one more trail for Monday. I go in, work 10 hours (for free) and I actually thought that working garde manger won't be so bad because I really want to get into this restaurant. When I sat down with the chef at the end of the night, he said that they'd hired someone the day before. So why the fuck did they have me trail again? I felt really shit upon, and they basically got like 22 hours of work outta me for free. To top it all off, I didn't have my ex (aka my companion) to mourn to. Like, it's okay that he's not around, but this was just one of those times where it would have been nice to have his ear. I suppose with everyone coming and going throughout my whole life, it's something I should get used to, or at least learn how to deal with.
So tonight, I went out with my boy and we ate hotdogs wrapped in bacon and then drank wine with cheese and had sherry for desert. See? Life's not so bad.