weswilson: (WesNWendy)
I decided to stay at the Chef's Table after a long talk with Aunia. She was under some impression that I didn't care about working for the restaurant anymore, and explaining how I had planned on working for her for the rest of my life shook that impression. She explained that she has no idea why she has so much trouble talking to me, and even shared with me that I'm one of the few men who can make her cry. So we agreed that I'd keep working with her.

A little bit of my job is still in limbo, however. Sabine is still doing some goofy things that I have no understanding of, and I constantly feel like the small things I was actually able to achieve in the past are being swept aside without much discussion. I'm doing my best to let it go, and hope I can evolve past caring about the nitpicky details. It's just difficult watching your actual accomplishments go away when you've felt powerless to affect things in the workplace... We'll see how it all works out.

Claren peed blood in our bathtub, so we took her in to the vet. They put her on some antibiotics and we set a new appointment. 2 weeks later, she started throwing up everywhere. A return visit let us know that those pills sometimes induce nausea, and we scheduled an ultrasound. 2 days later, she hadn't had anything to eat since the last appointment. A return visit got her an X-ray... she has a fairly large gall stone.

$1200 surgery is a big deal for a pet... but I'm not sure we can skip it. She's a part of the family, and even though she's ten, she could live for another 8 years or so. She's a sweet, sweet kitty, and I don't want to subject her to six months of a special diet that MIGHT get rid of the stone. We'd prefer to just go ahead and get it out, rather than let it roll around in there while we see if the food works. It just doesn't seem logical otherwise.

The last time I had kitty surgery on the table was when Felicia had a broken leg. Poor Felicia... I wish I knew what happened to her.

Duncan is doing GREAT! He's gotten a lot fussier over the weeks, but he's still an amazing little kid. He sure knows how to put his daddy through the paces, and there's something to be said for that.

He's gotten really talkative, and actually rolled onto his back the other day. I can't get over how he looks at Wendy, and I love to go to bed at night with them curled up together. He sleeps way more soundly on her than he ever does on me. I need the bewbies.

He's getting Christened on Sunday at church. Wendy's friend, Xan, will be the godmother, and one of my groomsmen, Phillip, will be the godfather. I'm mostly agnostic, as everyone probably knows, but I do think that being raised around faith is important. I can't help but feel a little twitchy with certain customs, though... this feels like a dog and pony show at heart.

Video of Duncan (4.9M wmv)

Life at home is dreamy. My wife is the greatest woman I've known. We still play a lot of WoW, we've started watching a lot of House, and we can't stop staring at our son and smiling when he tells us about his day. My garden looks great, even if the drought is killing my yard.

Being daddy-day-care is tough, and Wendy is significantly better equipped for sedating him than I am, but it's rewarding. I hope to start up a regiment of regular weekly activities once he gets less fussy and is sleeping a bit more regularly. I figure we'll hit parks one day, go shopping another... but right now it's just keeping him napping or occupied between feedings. heh...

She called

May. 12th, 2007 11:22 pm
weswilson: (Chef's Table)
She called earlier today to talk to me about the catering gig tonight.

She let me know she got the shift covered and that she was sorry for how she acted. She said she didn't mean to fight. I told her I didn't either. She said she got someone to cover the catering because she knew I didn't want to have a stressful situation. I told her that I meant what I said in my resignation, and if she needed me for anything... anything at all, that I would be at home. She's my friend again... It makes it easier.

I'm not sure she'll ever understand her role in what happened, and I'm not sure I have the energy to explain it all. I'm not sure I even really know what happened. Did she self-destruct? Was she afraid to have me be more responsible for the business than she was at times? Was our friendship just a scapegoat so she could externalize something going on in her head?


Thank you for the well-wishes. I even had some close friends order us Steak Out... it really meant a lot. I'm a little bit weepy tonight. My wife is the best. My son is adorable. I need to play a computer game or something.
weswilson: (Yeah!)

Here's the Chef's Table garden for the year...
in the wasteland that is our easement.

Teehee... for Frolicon!

Work Fun

Mar. 30th, 2007 02:41 pm
weswilson: (Angry)
I have been being slowly disempowered for the last six months.

It starts with small things. The wine reps get schmoozed by two of the waiters till they assume those guys are the ones doing the orders. The owner begins listening to the people working during her shift more than the manager working opposite her. Small conflicts are created to make me look like I don't know what I'm talking about.

I warned them. Just like at Chef Greens, I let them know the problems that were coming up. And just like at Chef Greens, nobody listens to me. Soon waiters are chaning the floorplan behind Aunia's back, the wine list is getting steamrolled with wines that nobody but two waiters know anything about, and things start getting rearranged that create chaos. The order that these chaotic Peter Pans need has been disembled.

I quit doing inventory. I quit even bothering with the wine reps when they come in. When people ask me about wines I have to truthfully tell them that I have no idea what half the wine on the wine list is. I had the coolers arranged for ease of use, now things are just shoved in all over the place.

So now I have two options. I can either fight to regain the authority that has been bled off me, or I can just let it go. I can start doing paperwork and organizing all this crap that everyone is just throwing about willy-nilly, or I can let them rot in their own mess. It seems anathema for me to just let go of things, but I'm tired of doing the gruntwork while other get to reap leadership benefits they aren't working for.

I'm about to be going to all nights. I could just go back to being a waiter three nights a week to make as much money as I'm making now. I could let go of all the responsibilities I have, and let others pick up the mantle. I'm tired of feeling unappreciated.

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