Well, sort of. My taxes are done, my e-filing accepted, all we have to do now is mail 1 piece of paper. We usually file our taxes in the first week of February. This year, that vindictive bitch: new wife, decided not to give me the 1099 whatever from working with her doing stained glass. She's my dad's wife, so not having my name, number and address is a flat out lie. Not only that, the first check I got, I wrote down on the back of the stub, my full name, SS#, address and birthdate. All the things needed to give the accountant. At the end of February, I called the IRS. Yes, she fucked with my sister, now I have no conscience. The recording said I must ask for the form before I filed a complaint. That was 2 weeks ago. I'm just not going to bother. If she does actually file with the IRS telling them she mailed mine, I'm going to sue her for any consequences of that. She has no excuse, I've lived in the same place for the last 6 years, never changed my phone number, and she can't lie and say she doesn't know how to get ahold of me. I know she's doing it to spite me. She's wrong, He's more wrong. I am not going to let them treat my sisters like that anymore. Just because you are getting laid, it does not mean you are allowed to show your children just how much you wish they were never born. I'm glad he hasn't been back. Every time I hear a harley or a truck I get scared. He might change his mind. I hope not, I don't want him near me. @#^%@!
Every year, I use my taxes to pay the house insurance, car insurance and RE PP tax. It always comes first of the year right after christmas. Never a good time of year in a place that is dead in winter, because tourists don't come here until atleast spring. I know we shouldn't depend on a tax refund. I know it's a bad idea. This is a tourist area. The only time of year you can find a job is spring through summer, yes they don't usually hire in fall they are already laying off those who didn't go back to college. There a quite a few people who don't work in the winter. The restaraunts close for the winter. People are laid off and draw unemployment. This works decently for most as long as they have a return date. Hey, they do pay into unemployment. It guarantees the places' owners their expirienced crew will return. It makes up for not being able to go anywhere but work from end of April to the end of October. Down here there are many who go around doing whatever they have to in the winter.
It took me all day yesterday to get my works suite installed. The only reason I have it is because it was cheaper than buying word separately. That makes no sense to me. I was re-doing the menu of a restaraunt and had to have it. Yeah, I can type. I can even get a sense of what colors or fonts will look nice on the paper. I cannot do descriptions, I'm glad she didn't want me to do that. I did have an advantage though. I could have done those specific descriptions. According to a cook's view anyway. You see, I worked there as: in order of what I did first to last; App Cook, dishwasher when it was needed, fry cook, I could do the line grill and topping if they wanted me to I just didn't need to most times, waitress, busser (6.00+tips), prep cook. I knew what was in everything and how to put it together. And my husband was the line cook. I used to make cheat sheets for him. Kids are always in and out during summer season aka tourist season. The first year we opened we did 400+ a weekend night, 350+ a weekday night after everyone got off the lake. We closed at 10pm. Closed is relative. There were many nights we didn't stop cooking until 12am. If they were coming in, we still served them. Waitresses didn't like that, they were stupid. This is what keeps the customers coming back, they know you will feed them no matter what time it is. There were some nights we served steam table only, some would come in after the grill and fryers were off and cooled down. If we turned them back on it would be atleast 30 mins till they got food. Back to the cheat sheets. We were always busy, so training while running the line wasn't exactly a good idea. So I made a cheat sheet for each area. 2 for the appetizer area, one was how to put them together one was how to put them on the plate and top them. The grill one said the amounts for each fajita and enchilada, etc. The 'cold line' had one too, it said what to put on the plates from the line. They all were in the order in which to put the toppings on, and specified the plate to put them on. The unintelligence of some of the kids, you would not believe. Later on I had to do one for the hot line too. My husband didn't need it but, he was training some people to do the line. He was tired of the crap the boss was giving him, he wanted to leave. Those cheat sheets are laminated and still there. A few years after the opening of the restaraunt, they begged my husband to come back. He is unique, he gets those plates out faster than the waitresses can grab them. He has a 'sense' of when to put those plates out too. If a waitress puts in 2 or more tickets at a time, depending, he'd rearrange them. He knew what each one was capable of. When he came back they were doing 600+ on a weekend, 400-500 on a weeknight. They'd sit the whole damn dining room. That's 200+ people, depending on how many are set at the 4 tops, 6 tops, you get the idea. No one waited more than 30 minutes for food once the order was in. With the exception of a steak or everyone ordered fajitas. The grill is only so big. Where ever he worked, if he needed help and I could find a babysitter, I'd go in and help. Yeah, they let me. I work for food, generally. I wanted him to have help, I didn't care about being paid. When I had a choice of him coming home after midnight because he was 'short-handed' and me helping and get home an hour after cleanup, my choice was he came home sooner. He was less stressed and didn't have to worry about trying to get some idiot to put the food out right. All I needed was a menu, and I could do it. Yes, I am that good, it's not an exaggeration. I quit working to be home with my kids, not because I couldn't find a job. Those summers were some really fun times. The first 3 years at that restaraunt, even with newbies, our kitchen was in sync. It was stressful. Appetizers are a bitch. Either you have a shitload, or you have none. One of the bosses' woman was a waitress. She was pretty stupid. She wasn't even a good waitress. She'd come back and whine that I hadn't put her apps in front of everyone else and try to complain to Ron. He's a pretty laid back guy, very good at tuning her out. He would look at me and roll his eyes. I don't take shit. When I'm that busy, taking the time out to talk to stupid waitresses put me more behind. She decided I should drop everything just to tell her it wasn't her ticket's turn yet. Whine some more. I said look if you want it that bad, get your ass back here and make it yourself. She left, after bitching at Ron some more. Poor thing, he eventually married her, I feel bad for him. Making cheese dips to go out is an art. You have to know what you're doing. It's not hard, just an art. 1 minute, stir with bowl on plate, hold plate not bowl, bowl spins, hold at angle or bowl falls off. Then you have to watch it. It has to go out immediately. If that waitress didn't get it immediately my husband would yell her name. He has a low pitched voice that carries well. They would hear it in the bar. If it was something that couldn't sit for a minute, a waitress or busser was expected to take it. Apparently this is unusual in a restaraunt. This last restaraunt my husband worked in had no bussers. The waitresses wouldn't take out each other's food. The waitresses wouldn't leave a table to get the food out. Stupid. Bet they miss him now. Like I said, people can tell if he's there cooking. They can also tell when he's not. They don't need to see into the kitchen, they can tell by their food. His boss at his new job found him that way. After eating the guy went back to the kitchen to say hi to him. It's really to bad, he loves to cook. That's what he's always wanted to do for a living. No, I don't mind. I don't care. It doesn't matter if you don't want to go to college or a trade school. You should do what makes you happy.
The second year of the restaraunt I met and married my husband in I took a swing at the grill cook. Someone grabbed my arm. Kid delighted in pissing me off. I was busy, get the fuck out of my way. I remember he was going to college in the fall. To be an engineer to design buildings. He wasn't that intelligent. That kid got a talking to, I didn't. He was told to stay out of my way. I worked, he was just a warm body until they could find someone better. He would block the small walkway on purpose. When I didn't have apps, I was 'running' for food for the line. They needed it and they needed it now. I was pretty good at paying attention and usually had the line refilled before they ran out. Everyone was trained to read the tickets. We knew the first 4 atleast would need to be fixed. Whatever our respective jobs were. That kitchen ran very smoothly. Drunken nights with margaritas too. I never knew what a hangover was until that job. Instead of using 1 ½ bottles of triple sec, they used 2. It was easier, trying to pour only half a bottle into those big jugs was a pain. I can't drink tequila straight. Ron used to go somewhere in the winter when we were closed. He always came back with a fancy higher priced tequila. Apparently they were better than the normal rotgut you get in a bar. Got my husband liking better tequila. Sauza is a cheapish, yet smooth and tasty tequila.
Ah, well I think I'm done for now. Take a deep breath, it's over now. |