yesterday

was my last day of work. i'd say i ended on a goOd note, food-wise. i served up a garlicked flank steak, roasted asparagus with balsamic drizzle, and a smoked gouda baked penne. everyone really enjoyed it.

other than that, my last day was shit. i was hoping to be completely done with that kitchen and that damn lumpy rodent potato of a man, but nooope. he won't give me my verification letter. all the fucking letter has to state is that i was at my externship site for 600 hours and 18 weeks. i don't understand what his freakin issue is. so now, on top of packing, i have to worry about this bullshit. its ridiculously assanine and unnecessary.

furthermore, no one even knew that yesterday was my last day. i don't care, i don't need a big to-do, but i was informed that for the l

ast intern they had, they had a cake, and gave them a knife kit, and made a big little party for their last day. i don't get it. what did i do to any of these people? and that fat asshole didn't even acknowledge my last day there either, he didn't conclude on any note. ugh. and the situation here is so ridiculous that it is unreal. no one would believe it, i would sound like the crazy one. WHYYYY must chef briggs be in italy right now?! i NEED her!!! 

ugh. fuck this fucking place. i'm out in 2. ima just git it done.