Go Big, or Go Home.

Here I am sitting late at night watching an Andy Roddick match, while reading a witty blog the other. It's not that I can't sleep, it's that I'm a very determined fan to see this match whole. No replays, no online results, just awaiting a full on satisfaction of a comeback victory or the disappointment of a heartbreak.

Coming into work today, I felt somewhat confident watching Hell's Kitchen and Worst Cooks in America having that aura of confidence telling myself that I couldn't be that bad even if I tried. I think that mantra only works for Worst Cooks because I've only worked in a kitchen for six months and a couple of weeks. Simply saying, I wouldn't last a minute of a rush hour in Hell's kitchen because of my lack of experience.

There, I admit it.

As my horoscope stated, today was really busy. I swear, these horoscopes are eerily correct, and I might just make another blog out of it.

Psych. Marching on...

I prep for today. It goes normally, couple chocolate milk and bathroom breaks in between, that's it. I was busy enough that I didn't have the time to screw around.

Going into service, I knew I was somewhat undersupplied. Tickets came in, I coasted until I under-portioned two plates, with one getting sent back (If you work in the business, getting a plate sent back will piss you off in a million ways, especially if you're trying to scrap through a line of ticket). Because of this, I am happy to say that I finally got reprimaned for small portioning since I've always had the thought of these customers are getting really bad portions for a high price tag.

It just confirms the mantra of...

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