starfrosting | gratitude fish + rum

Okay, so I can't read bus schedules. But I made my way from Manhattan to NJ just fine, and drove down to the shore well enough considering I'm running on one hour of sleep.

And guess what?

I got the job. So now I'm a cook, at a "Caribbean" (let's unpack that) restaurant, working with a chef who I have absolutely no desire to bottom to which will be interesting for a change, and making $9 an hour.

Which, to be fair, is more than I've ever made ever.

Thank the gods.

ps- I don't have to train til the 30th, which is next Friday!
pps- and I get to work nights, 4-11, instead of 10am til whenever!