It’s been one month since the restaurant closed. I miss my job so much. I actually enjoyed being there. And why not? I loved the rose garden, the food, my bosses and coworkers, our regular customers…it was fun to be a part of. It took 4 years to build and one day for the piece of shit next door to ruin. I drive by sometimes and it’s so weird to see it all covered and closed up. It all just happened so fast. I thought I’d be able to find a job within the month but I haven’t so far. Ugh. I just wish none of this had happened.
“I think about dying but I don’t want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.”—Matty Healy (via ehtes)
So earlier at Berkeley Bowl, one of our old regulars from the restaurant came up to me and asked wtf happened and why we closed out of nowhere. I was gonna give him a neutral answer but I decided fuck it, and I told him the truth and I blasted the hell out of Chris. He couldn’t believe it and said that he’ll never patronize his business again and that he’ll also tell his coworkers, who were all customers of ours and theirs, never to patronize him again either. I’m totally not sorry and I hope he tells people who tell people who tell people and that dbag loses hella business.