Lamentables

Derp: So, you're a cook eh?

Me: Yeah.

Derp: Yo guy, that's wicked!

Me: (thinking: if only he knew) Yeah, it's pretty tight.

Derp: Mmmmmannnn, you must get laid allll the time - cuz yer like, you know, a chef.

Me: Well, not ALL the time.

*Contrary to popular belief, cooks do not get laid like it's nobody's business, mainly because they work long hours and are too tanked after work to actually go out and get laid, unless of course they're raging alcoholics.
Cooks are pirates. Unkempt, and pretty unattractive. So stop watching "Godiva's"; tv's all lies. *

I'm in a terrible mood. The only cook I really liked quit today, which isn't saying a lot, seeing as to how there was only four of us manning the kitchen. He was too good for the place anyway. Had to focus on grad school. In a sense, I wish I could be going through it with him. I like the pursuit of knowledge. Don't we all?
We always had good conversations. Today we talked about Pollinator Decline. I asked him what his favourite insect was. He said his was the damsel fly; I said mine was the bumble bee. Now I'm stuck with some new kid, and another guy who's hair I always find in the ingredients. I told you. Unkempt.

He got this mug for me from the university we both attend after I told him how awesome I thought his was. He's in the same faculty I was in during my graduate stint. I'm a pretty decent environmental buff. Not take you're shoes off and hug trees decent, more, ride your bike and eat organic decent (when I get the chance - and the paycheck). Jinkies, that kitchen's gonna be pretty hard to man for a while, especially with so many kids running around now.

It's so sad, I'll have no one to bring biscottis to anymore; not to anyone who will appreciate them anyway.

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