And nothing's changed. Well, my schedule has somewhat, but the regulars are the same, there's the rotating half-wits through the kitchen, a new sous-chef (try out, he's not making it...), a new dishwasher (simple and I'm curious as to what the other dishwasher, my old roomate, thinks of her). 

Otherwise it's exactly the same. Lots of work to be done, the dead hours in the afternoon in which to do it. A couple of new girls under perpetual molestation from the boss and his nephew and G. In a way it's kind of nice to be busy, puts the pressure on me when I get home to advance other causes, in another way I just want to cry .... but there are an abundance of bills and this will come in handy. And that's it.