Mr Tanaka velly eww.
I don't get sick often. But when I do, I go for the gusto. Finally, back to at least 90% healthy. woohoo!
Monday, February 12, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Dignity and decorum
The teacher I admired the most was Ms. Duncan. She was our 4th, 5th, 7th, and 8th grade teacher. As our class moved up, so did she. Looking back, maybe it's because our class held a special place in her heart. But, she had a funny way of showing it. She was pretty mean when it came to doling out the punishment. Often times, one person would make a mistake, she would punish the whole class. But her punishments still taught us something about life. One day, in 4th grade, she made us write a paragraph like a million times because we did something that 4th graders aren't supposed to do. I remember that paragraph because it taught me the words "dignity and decorum". Believe me, if you saw Ms. Duncan, dignity and decorum weren't words you thought would come out of her dingy-esque persona.
Which leads me to the real reason why I'm writing today. There is a lack of dignity and decorum in parts of society that is just sad. The other day, some lady yelled at me because her child didn't get ketchup with her meal right away. KETCHUP PEOPLE! The child's mother got up from her table, bothered her server who was taking an order at another table and proceeded to berate her about the lack of ketchup. When I came out to talk to her, she pulled out a wad of $100s. She told me that she doesn't work for a living, but she has alot of money. Then proceeded to complain about not getting ketchup and how wronged she was treated. After about 5 minutes of listening to her ramble about how not having a job and having alot of money anyway relates to not getting ketchup, she took a breath. I started to speak and she stopped me, "Don't interrupt me!" and continued her rambling somemore. I had my hands clutched in front of me in a non-threatening way, continued to give her eye contact as if I knew what she was trying to say, and tried to show sympathy for her. (This job better teach you how to be patient.) And finally, I got 2 words in, "I understand." Then she really layed down the gauntlet. "You don't understand. You're a man. That's why I don't deal with men." And then she stormed off.
A couple days before that, it took everything that I had not to hit a woman. To make a long blog short, this woman basically questioned my integrity and called me a liar without giving me a chance to prove that I did what I told her I would do. I thought we live in a country where you're innocent until proven guilty? After she left, I found my proof, called her back, left her a message on her answering machine that I found my proof. Did she call back and apologize? Of course not, because people lack dignity and integrity.
It's too bad there aren't enough Ms. Duncans out there in the world that leave lasting impressions on young minds.
Which leads me to the real reason why I'm writing today. There is a lack of dignity and decorum in parts of society that is just sad. The other day, some lady yelled at me because her child didn't get ketchup with her meal right away. KETCHUP PEOPLE! The child's mother got up from her table, bothered her server who was taking an order at another table and proceeded to berate her about the lack of ketchup. When I came out to talk to her, she pulled out a wad of $100s. She told me that she doesn't work for a living, but she has alot of money. Then proceeded to complain about not getting ketchup and how wronged she was treated. After about 5 minutes of listening to her ramble about how not having a job and having alot of money anyway relates to not getting ketchup, she took a breath. I started to speak and she stopped me, "Don't interrupt me!" and continued her rambling somemore. I had my hands clutched in front of me in a non-threatening way, continued to give her eye contact as if I knew what she was trying to say, and tried to show sympathy for her. (This job better teach you how to be patient.) And finally, I got 2 words in, "I understand." Then she really layed down the gauntlet. "You don't understand. You're a man. That's why I don't deal with men." And then she stormed off.
A couple days before that, it took everything that I had not to hit a woman. To make a long blog short, this woman basically questioned my integrity and called me a liar without giving me a chance to prove that I did what I told her I would do. I thought we live in a country where you're innocent until proven guilty? After she left, I found my proof, called her back, left her a message on her answering machine that I found my proof. Did she call back and apologize? Of course not, because people lack dignity and integrity.
It's too bad there aren't enough Ms. Duncans out there in the world that leave lasting impressions on young minds.
Monday, January 22, 2007
pretty cool
man have i been working like a dog. last thursday, i had a budget meeting with the big boys. it was pretty interesting to hear ideas from other proprietors on how to run your business effectively. but the cool part was the dinner afterwards. got to rub elbows with coach john madden. i'm more of a baseball and hockey fan and when it comes to football, i root for the niners. but to be able to break bread with a football hall of famer is cool, eh?
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
we must fight misinformation
Sometimes, I wanna slap somebody smart. So the question of the day, from misinformed customer #1, "Is wasabe bat shit?" Next time I'm at Sushi Palace (Editor's Note: Any restaurants named in this post are solely of the author's imagination. Any similarities to real eateries...well too bad!) I'll be sure to ask the server to hold the wasabe and substitute it for that delicious guano.
Misinformed customer #2 of the day postulated that by putting their own hair into a drink, they wouldn't have to pay for the drink even though 5 minutes before, they asked the waitress to take said potent potable off their bill because they mistakenly ordered it. Apparently, my visage reminds them of Duke Myshkin from Dostoevsky's The Idiot, a member of the 2004 Boston Red Sox, or my uncle, the American Idiot, our lovable President George W. Bush. (Editor's Note: Why the author refers himself to be the nephew of the President of the U.S.A is beyond me. He happens to be a Democrat and a pretty intelligent guy to boot. ) Was it wrong of me to pull a hair from my eyebrow, drop it into their glass, and whilst slathering on the sarcasm, say, "I can do that, too."? OK so I didn't do that. But I soooooooooooo wanted to!
Misinformed customer #2 of the day postulated that by putting their own hair into a drink, they wouldn't have to pay for the drink even though 5 minutes before, they asked the waitress to take said potent potable off their bill because they mistakenly ordered it. Apparently, my visage reminds them of Duke Myshkin from Dostoevsky's The Idiot, a member of the 2004 Boston Red Sox, or my uncle, the American Idiot, our lovable President George W. Bush. (Editor's Note: Why the author refers himself to be the nephew of the President of the U.S.A is beyond me. He happens to be a Democrat and a pretty intelligent guy to boot. ) Was it wrong of me to pull a hair from my eyebrow, drop it into their glass, and whilst slathering on the sarcasm, say, "I can do that, too."? OK so I didn't do that. But I soooooooooooo wanted to!
Monday, January 01, 2007
Welcome, Food Avenger
Hello world!
Welcome the Food Avenger, a good friend and foodaholic...look forward to seeing his eyeball into the food world and our own world as he sees fit.
Enjoy and much love!
Voodoo
Welcome the Food Avenger, a good friend and foodaholic...look forward to seeing his eyeball into the food world and our own world as he sees fit.
Enjoy and much love!
Voodoo
Hello world!
To you lovers of the culinary arts, your favorite superhero has now joined the blog universe. Whenever you're in fear of villains from the digestable world, just call The Food Avenger. Much love to Voodoo for the opportunity to share with you my thoughts, experiences, and all the other boring stuff that makes up my life. Bear with me (or if you prefer, bare with me) as my expertise lies in tongs and spatulas, not keyboards and grammar. I promise to return soon. Be great to yourself and Love one another. Have a great start to 2007! Peace.
