To dump or not to dump?

This is a post I made on Facebook yesterday.

A question for the general population: Adam and I have been sorting through our attic this week so what does one do with 49.9999 years (I’m not 50 yet dammit) worth of letters, journals, books, papers, report cards, Christmas Cards, scripts, show posters, programs for plays you designed, souvenirs from grad school etc that have been kept in boxes and haven’t been looked at in 47.9999 years? Do you throw them away? Keep them for your cats to go through when you die? Pretend that you’ll eventually get around to writing that great American novel and you need them for research? Seriously. What do you do with them? PS. It’s been condensed to about five or six boxes from about 15 or so ten years ago. Advice please!

I was looking for advice on how to “downsize” my memories.  I got a ton of responses, most of which said to dump the stuff.  I’m still not sure what I’ll do with it.  One thing I’ve thought about doing is trascribing my journal entries on to my blog.  They are from years ago and I really don’t think there’s anything in them I’d be ashamed to have read, or embarrassed is probably a better word.  The rest of the stuff is mostly from grad school, old letters, and some junk from high school and college.  It’s probably only two boxes to be truthful.

Do you guys have any advice?

Maddog’s beat!

I’ve tried to post every day for the past two months.  I’m behind but I don’t have the energy to catch up.  So please forgive me.

Last night I didn’t get home till 11:30.  I got to bed at 2:00 a.m.  The alarm went off at 6:45 for me to get up and go in on my day off.  I actually got out of bed at 7:15.  Got to work at 8:15.  Fifteen minutes later than I wanted.  To say I’m exhausted is an understatement.  I tried to take a nap this afternoon but it wouldn’t happen.  Finally got up, went to the grocery store, came home packed six boxes. (Seems we really are moving) and have been lying on the couch for the past two hours.

I’m officially going to bed.  It’s only 9:50 but I can’t do it any more!

See everyone tomorrow!

Krazy returns!

Robert is continuing to email me.

This was yesterday’s response to his not getting hired:

Subject:  karma

Jeff , still racking my brain as to why you felt compelled to lead me on for employment there. Based on and because of your actions , you have wasted 10 days of my life . I had second interviews with 3 other restaurants that I cancelled because you had assured me of my employment there. You  have put an extraordinary amount on stress on my family as I am now racing to obtain employment. You have really put me behind the eight ball. Do you understand how I could feel this way ? 

Followed 45 minutes later with this:

Jeff , I need for you to apologize to me !

I’m a little worried about this. He seems kind of crazy to me.

Your thoughts?

They like me!

I had three different people tell me today that they missed me while I was on vacation.


To make the statement even better they said that they LIKE it when I’m in the building and that they think the whole place runs better when I’m there.  It really touched me.

I don’t pretend to be the best manager.  There are lots of things that I do well.  There are even more things I don’t do well.  I won’t say I do them wrong but I can get my panties in a wad over stupid things and I’ve been known to make some stupid mistakes.  That being said.  I’m pretty good at my job.

So to be told that I’m appreciated and that people see my efforts really meant a lot to me.  Especially considering that I go to work today at 9:30 and I didn’t leave until after 10:00.  It was a crazy day, that I enjoyed immensely but was still long and exhausting.

I left work with a huge smile on my face and a bounce in my step.

Krazy! With a capital “K”

We are in interview hell at work.  In the next six to eight weeks we need to hire more than 100 people.  To say that finding good quality people is hard is an understatement.  As I mentioned in an earlier post we often take people that are in our “no” pile because…we’ll we have to.  My boss is fond of saying, “Breathe on this mirror.  You are alive.  You are hired.”

That being said I’ve learned to trust my gut.  Twice in the first six weeks of having my job I didn’t trust my gut and I got burned.  The first time it was a bar manager named Chris.  When I called to let him know I was hiring him I left a message asking him to call me back.  He called me eight times in the next four hours.  My gut said he was crazy and run, run, run from the relationship.  I did not.  I ended up firing him on his third day.  Next the girl I hired to replace him was recommended to me by my boss.  She didn’t have the exact experience we were looking for but she looked good on paper.  So as I sat interviewing her in my office, we were interrupted by a woman from Fed Ex making a delivery.  My interviewee was rude and inappropriate with her.  My gut said run, run, run from the relationship but my boss said hire her.  He felt we were desperate to fill the position and so I did.  I fired here four weeks later.

Where am I going with all of this.

10 days ago, last Wednesday to be exact I interviewed a guy for a server position.  He was pleasant enough, and liked him.  Was he suited to work for us?  Not exactly but he could probably do the job, would be fine for the summer and so I told him I needed to discuss all of the people that I was interviewing with the dining room manager and I’d get back to him.  I also explained that I was going on vacation the next day for a week, and when I returned the dining room manager would have the following two days off and we would not be getting back to him until Friday, March 27 at the earliest but would probably be more like Monday, March 30.

While I was on vacation last week I got the following email forwarded to me from the front desk of the hotel that he’d sent them.

Hi Jeff ,

Was nice meeting you last Tuesday. You had mentioned that you would not be seeing Andrew for ten days and so I know you are very busy and hope you do receive this message. If you could , I would like to receive a conformation of my being hired for seasonal till Christmas. I do realize you had said that emails would be sent out this Friday but , at this point and time , if possible , I would just like to be reassured of my employment at David’s.


First, I never promised him a job.  Second it’s very fucking presumptuous to assume that you have a job.  Third don’t be pushy.  Fourth, I told you it would be more than a week before you heard from us and for some reason you don’t seem to understand that.  UGH!

I ignored him all the while thinking to myself…”go with your gut.”  Which translates to this man is crazy and you don’t want him working for you.  However, at this point I’ve still not made up my mind BECAUSE I haven’t discussed it with the Dining Room Manager.

This afternoon I got this email:

Hi Jeff ,

You had mentioned during our interview , that the first training class would be on the 3rd of April and that an email conformation for my employment at David’s would be sent out today. It has been ten days since we last spoke. I did call the restaurant earlier today and spoke with Ashley and she did convey to me that you are exceptionally busy and so,  I do understand. She did mentioned that I should here some news by Monday at the latest.  Just know that after our meeting took place, I did cancel four interviews because I left our meeting feeling assured and confident. I am waiting very patiently and so just excited and anxious at the same time. 

Thank you for your time,


Warning.  Danger.  Danger.  Warning.  Run.  Don’t walk to the nearest exit!

So I immediately sent the following email:

Dear Robert,

Thank you so much for your interest for your interest in my restaurant, and giving us your valuable time to come in for an interview.

We are unable to offer you a position at this time and wish you the best of luck in your job search.

To which was following almost immediately by:

My gosh Jeff , first off , I am on shock ! I was lead to believe by you that I should feel very secure about said position. If you remembered , I had asked you about my chances for being hired and you had indicated to me that they were very good  and so I had assumed that  I would be  assured a position within the company. I have put my life on hold for ten days and now this.  I just recently cancelled an interview on Wednesday for server at _____________ along with some outstanding restaurants in Ogunquit. At this point and time , I am feeling very disheartening and sad . I just don’t understand what happened.  Everything was fine and so, the only conclusion I can come up with is after the interview , you had access to the application I filled out and discovered my age . I am 56 and think I may have been a victim of age discrimination. I need for you to shed light on this , if you will


Age discrimination?  REALLY?  YOU ARE MY FUCKING AGE!  No.  I’m not discriminating against you because you are old.  We have several servers who are that old and I love them a lot.  I’d NEVER NOT hire someone because of their age.  Just this week I told the Executive Sous Chef that he HAD to interview someone who had to be at least 75.  No.  I’m not hiring you because you are needy, and demanding, and not someone I want to spend my summer with.  I want to spend my summer with people who are friendly, and laid back, and fun to be around.  You my friend are NOT that person.

So take your age discrimination and stick it up your butt.  And get on the phone and start calling some of those restaurants you cancelled on start rescheduling.  Oh.  By.  The.  Way.  That restaurant you mentioned by name….they are one us of.  I’ve already sent an email to the General Manager with my concerns.  So good luck with that!

Help Wanted. Normal people only!

Today I went to a job fair here in our fair city.  I was given the task of being the representative from our company.  That was pretty much all the direction I was giving.  I was essentially looking for employees for nine hotels and six restaurants.  How hard could it be.

The job fair  career fair was held here in our big city.  I work 30 minutes away.  99.9 percent of the people that were attending took one look at my sign saying where I was from and walked away.  This however turned out to be the least of my problems.

S0 the other .01 percent turned out to be somewhat special.  And I mean that in the the nicest way possible.  One woman walked up and said hello.  I said hello back.  Then she stared at me for about three minutes.  I finally said, what line of work are you in and what are you looking for and she continued to just stare at me.  Then she walked away.  Another guy who appeared normal came up and started talking to me.  THEN.  He began to tell me that he too smart to do any entry level job since his GPA in college was 3.7, so he was only interested in higher level management jobs.  Did I have any higher lever management jobs that he’d be interested in?  I told him to email me his resume and I’d see what I could do.  It arrived bright and early today.  Of course it did.  Then there was the older gentleman who walked up and launched into a conversation about how he worked in the collections department at the local hospital and he worked with one woman who owed 16,000 dollars to get her to pay because he just kept calling her telling her he wasn’t going to go away and that she had to pay.  All of this was offered up with nothing other than a hello how are you today.

The worst part of the day was the number of older people looking for work.  I’d bet I saw 50 or 60 people that were 60+ carrying around their resumes looking for work. One very nice guy who used to be a chef and owned his own restaurant was looking for a job as a line cook.  I’d have guessed him to be around 75.  I told him we’d call him this week.  He was sweet and I’m pretty sure he could do daytime prep work.  The reason this was the worst is because I hate the very thought of being one of them.  It must be awful to be that old and be competing for jobs with 20 year olds.  It’s one of my worst fears as I approach 50 in the next couple of weeks!

All in all I think I actually spoke to about 20 people.  None of them are people I’d go out of my way to hire.  One or two might get hired because I have to.  But only because I have to.  Why do I have to?  Because I have more jobs to offer than I have people applying to work them.  I’ve discovered over the past two years that I end up with three piles.  The yes pile.  The maybe pile.  And the absolutely not pile.  And.  I end up taking all of the yes people.  All of the maybe people and at least three or four of the absolutely not pile.  Because I have to have bodies to cover all the stations and shifts that I have available.

Today on Facebook one of my friends said these were first world problems.  I suppose they are.  It still causes a great deal of stress when I can’t hire enough people to actually do the work I have to do.

In the meantime I have to go to another job fair career fair next Thursday.


The Biggest Loser!

Our weekend was a huge success!  We had a blast.  If I’m being honest we had a little too much fun.  We drank and ate and ate and drank all weekend.  I’ve never felt so full in my whole life.  I still feel fat and we’ve been home for two days.

Speaking of feeling fat.  I have gotten fat again.  Well not super fat, but I haven’t been on my diet for about three months and I feel like i’ve gained 100 pounds.  It’s probably closer to 25 which is still too much.

So today.  I got back on the wagon.  My goal is to be on the wagon until my birthday on April 12.  Actually till April 11.  We are all going out to eat on that night so that will be my first cheat day.  I should be able to lose five or six pounds before that.

So wish me luck.  I’ll need all the help that I can get!

Violet and Judy

Here are Violet and Judy!  Anyone want to guess where the names came from?  Judy is the Siamese.  She’s very shy.  Loves the red blanket.  And cuddles far more than we ever thought she would.  Violet is the gray one.  She’s fiercly independant and except for needing to be fed and petted once in a while doesn’t have much use for us.  We love them a lot!  They make us very happy and we think we make them very happy.

Judy Violet2 Judy2 Violet Twins

Make Your Garden Grow!

Here’s a clip from Candide from the same season we did Into the Woods.  I’d never seen or heard the show before I started working on it.  Make Your Garden Grow is now one of my favorite musical theater numbers.  I was quite proud of the sunset they walk off into at the end of the show.

I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed it!