So instead of going to school to drop off my stage contract (WAY overdue) or going to the bank to cash my embarrassingly pathetic paycheck, I have decided to post. Life just needs me to post right now.

Have we clarified what the HELL I am doing here? If we have, someone clue me in, because I feel pretty lost.

I stayed for my first service last night. It was me and Dewey, the 17 year-old high school apprentice who has now logged in a total of twelve days to my twenty-five (but who's counting?). I call him Dewey, although that's not his name. I don't do this out of any sort of "to protect the innocent" blog protection, I do this because he is the spitting image of Dewey from Malcolm in the Middle. And we're talking first-season Dewey. I hate this kid. He's pompous, arrogant, ignorant, and pushy. I know more than he does, but he won't listen to me and second-guesses everything I do, yet fucks up tons of stuff on his own and lets me take blame for his mistakes. Needless to say, of the 15 dessert orders we saw (very slow night), I got to touch three and completed zero on my own. He made me feel so lame, and I know that I am not. How can I be intimidated by this dork? I guess I feel deep down that I am not good enough in the kitchen and his attitude confirms all my fears.

I would like to burn him with a tarte tatin.

Will tonight be better? Could it possibly be any worse than feeling like I am more of a burden in the kitchen than a help?