“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.
Honestly gonna start applying to jobs out of state, probably AZ and WA, maybe OR. Don’t know if I really wanna go back to AZ (that fuckin heat!) but at this point I’m open to whatever. A move might be a good thing…
The shit hit the fan, and I lost my job. I’m completely at a loss. I don’t even know what to say. My bosses got into a huge argument with the part owner who owns the chocolate shop and long story short the restaurant is now closed forever and they are moving back to Nebraska. I can’t believe it. 2 1/2 years and it just ends like this. There are so many things I’m going to miss about Slow. I’ll miss my bosses and co workers, because I know I’ll never work with a group like that again. I’ll miss the beautiful rose garden (but I’m still gonna go visit it). I’ll miss eating amazing food for free every day. I’ll miss my regular customers, many of which put a smile on my face even during crazy shifts. Honestly in all this, one of my biggest concerns was how devastated our customers are going to be. Like I honestly don’t know what will happen when they show up in droves today like always only to find we are gone forever. I’m hopefully meeting my boss and co worker later to talk about what the fuck just happened and get paid for the last few days. I wish this was all a dream, but sadly I know its not.