Cheesecake anyone?

So, tomorrow is the beginning of my employment at the Cheesecake Factory. I'm looking forward to it. Its not a dream job by any means, but it will be good to be working. The social aspect of working in a larger restaurant will be a welcome addition aswell. My only fear is getting there late. Which WILL happen. the only question is how late.

Time to get the sleep schedule back on track.

In the meantime, I'm soon to be getting a King County Food Handlers License. Also, I'm hoping to land a job at the Green Tortoise Hostel on the graveyard shift a few nights a week. We'll see if that pans out.


Now, onto the picture. BE THERE OR BE SQUARE, LAME, ODIFERIOUS, etc...
5/5/08

Rockin the ceasar to slip through the shit more easier.

For those of you lacking in Wu-Tang Slang (I know who you are, btw)
I got a haircut. 7 months was as long as I could last. Time to find a job anyway.


Speaking of which, I have a position for the taking at The Cheesecake Factory. I'm still looking though. Time to get that food handlers license I suppose.

Besides, I am not the UNIBOMBER, and I will not tell you again.

Fam Members Only.

Just wanted to send a shout to mi familia.

Also, I needed an excuse to post this pic of my grandparents entitled "Bob did you fart? [Shut your mouth Patsy]"

The crazy russian.

This is Victor. In the green tortoise, we shared a bunk. We've also spent many a night, out on the town. Freaking out the norms.

As you can see, he is a pillar of good citizenship. A true man of honor. One of god's own prototypes. Too weird to live, to rare to die.

Home is where.. Um... So this is home.

So here are the pics of where I'm staying. I'm clear to stay until May 31. Still weighing the options though. I'm digging being alone. Sort of. I hate moving stuff. Gah, any opinions appreciated.

The Bedroom
The Kitchen
The Closet

Where are the other pics? There aren't. This place is small.

Welcome to Chinatown, white boy.

The Gate to China(town).

My Apt is about 2 blocks up on the right hand side. Its an interesting neighborhood, full of Asian restaurants, Asian markets, Asian novelty gift store, Asian bookstores, Asian Herbal and Medicine Shops, and the icing on the cake, Asian People.

During the day its a nice little neighborhood. I've found a late night spot good for hot tea and bowl of Udon. Not so good for speaking to anyone in there however. It's called Ocean City. Not Ocean City Restaurant. They are adamant about this.

At night it's a turns a bit to the 'ghetto' side, but certainly no worse than Hamden, or most of Baltimore for that matter. The bus terminal is a block away and its all free during the day. There is also a good view to be had of downtown. All in all I'm diggin' it, throughly.

Here is a pic of my building, and the park in front of if. Big brick one, in the back, on the left.

This dude is BATSHIT crazy.

So, Wednesday's at the Green Tortoise there is an Open Mic Night. I caught the tail end of this guys performance. If you can't tell he is playing the guitar, while balancing it on his chin, hula hooping, and then playing the harmonica. Nuff said.

The Hostel.

And on the 8th day, God said, "I've had enough rest. Let there be PARTY." And thus Green Tortoise Hostel existed, and it was good.


To tell the truth, before arriving here the only thing I knew about hostels was from the movie "Hostel" (and "Hostel 2"). Neither of which are known for their overwhelming reviews on hostels in general.

Thankfully, I was not murdered, raped, castrated, tortured, or robbed.

John, and his ever impressive telepathy managed to meet me at the airport within minutes of arriving. Thanks to him I managed to make it to the door you see here on the left, with a stomach full of Indian curry no less.



Here is a link to a picture of MY BUNK. My home away from home for 8 Days/7 Nights.

Drunk in the Airport

Well, It would only make sense to start this damn thing from the beginning, right? Here I am in the airport, 9am, getting pissed. One last hurrah for B-more? More likely the airport WiFi was jacked and I got bored.

On a side note, this is some micro brew from somewhere in the airport. It may have jet fuel in it. Accidentally or no, it was good. The third one was even better.

From here it's 2 hours to Atlanta, Ga, then 5 hours to Seattle, WA. The Atlanta flight was uneventful. The Atlanta to Seattle flight is another story. Of course I'm seated next to the only whale on the plane who decided that it would be ok to have her 2 year old sit on her lap. I was very understanding of the situation until he violently slapped my OJ (for the 4th time) and a drop landed on my laptop. Naturally I calmly explained to the woman to get her Satan spawn of my lap, and that if your lap is already larger than your 2 year old child, you can't possibly have space for him as well. From there on the flight was awkward, and though no one said so, the other passengers were in total agreement.

Also there was a plane wide trivia game built into everyone's seat and I ran the table on those fools.