Decisions, my mom, interning
Sometimes I hate myself for not thinking thoroughly before I do something. My problem right now is that my mind isn't focused. I tend to make lame decisions. I guess classes like math does help me to think, plan, understand and remember better. It might help me to not make any stupid decisions in the future. I'm glad I have school. Sometimes it's frustrating, but overall it's rewarding. Paranoia is good at times. I've been paranoid before, but now I have to be more paranoid for the better so that I don't make rash decisions.

And I miss my mom very much. She's my role model. So strong and tough. No one else is like her and I admire her with all my heart. No one can replace her. She is truly amazing and a daredevil. I love how she does things. She is so smart. It's hard to describe or put into words. She's like no other. Unique, selfless, strong.. I'm becoming like her more each day.

Intern yesterday was alright. I got to work with the new girl, and she's kind of weird. She never went to Culinary school. The way she works annoys me because she would put the dirty spoons in a hotel pan next to the food. No one does that except for her. That doesn't make sense to me. Dirty equipments shouldn't be mixed up with foods served to customers. She would tell me to do this and that, and it would be all wrong. She works really fast no doubt. Faster than anyone in the kitchen, but it wasn't organized/clean. I'd rather work slower and put things in order rather than rush through everything and put things where they don't belong and piss off the dishwasher guys. She uses the wrong plate for desserts. I mean, come on. It's a fine-dining restaurant and you put a creme caramel into a tiny plate. You've got to be kidding me. Fine-dining restaurants use big plates. You go on google and see the plating style. They leave some room for the caramel liquid. I told her we always use the big plates and she said, "But that's what I've been using." Well, it's wrong. I didn't bother to say anymore, but just stay quiet. Didn't want to be rude. She said she couldn't tell if I was sad or happy. My face expression tends to look blah and emotionless. It just simply means I am tired. There isn't anything wrong with her. She's nice and polite, but I don't really like working with her. Some things I leave out she eats. I prefer to work alone and go home at 11pm something rather than work with someone who constantly does something annoying and inappropriate. I have nothing against her, but she just doesn't hear me or communicate. I go to Culinary school. She didn't and she's teaching me how to do things. It's wrong. That's all I gotta say.

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