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Been a long while since I was back in the city   (at work) Must be around two and a half years The Old haunts... their all haunted now Pubs I used to visit...frequent and frequently   get a little bit drunk/tipsy in I wonder am I still in there drinking still I feel like if I went in I might see   myself sitting in some corner there... My favourite restaurant too where I used to   eat Every Friday afternoon with my       burger  black coffee and chips Sitting in the window looking out at the   world going by, the people passing Glad to have made it through another week Glad to have survived, glad to still be alive I almost expect to see myself sitting there   now..... So many have gone, so many have left...   retired, some even passed away So many new younger faces around the place I wonder "Am I too, on my way out" Wherever I go all I hear are echoes of other   times See faces that remind me of someone else It's like Life is moving relentlessly along But I've been left behind some place. I seen a face in the street that looked   like myself when I was young I just stood there and watched him disappear   into the crowd There's such an unreal ghostly feeling about   the place It's so strange coming back after being at   home alone for so long.
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Mar 5, 2023
Mar 5, 2023 at 8:48 AM UTC
bardo
Ghost Land
Been a long while since I was back in the city   (at work) Must be around two and a half years The Old haunts... their all haunted now Pubs I used to visit...frequent and frequently   get a little bit drunk/tipsy in I wonder am I still in there drinking still I feel like if I went in I might see   myself sitting in some corner there... My favourite restaurant too where I used to   eat Every Friday afternoon with my       burger  black coffee and chips Sitting in the window looking out at the   world going by, the people passing Glad to have made it through another week Glad to have survived, glad to still be alive I almost expect to see myself sitting there   now..... So many have gone, so many have left...   retired, some even passed away So many new younger faces around the place I wonder "Am I too, on my way out" Wherever I go all I hear are echoes of other   times See faces that remind me of someone else It's like Life is moving relentlessly along But I've been left behind some place. I seen a face in the street that looked   like myself when I was young I just stood there and watched him disappear   into the crowd There's such an unreal ghostly feeling about   the place It's so strange coming back after being at   home alone for so long.
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To any hulk of an exec chef,  or any sous with little **** syndrome, if you think for a minute you're keeping your fingers after waving them in my face, your mistaken. Go ***** to someone else you say, point taken. I will dessimate you when you forsake me, just as my father did and many boyfriends. I pity your unborn baby, who will inherit your anger and yell like you, and if she's a girl, she will learn to put up with rage like yours. Your very pregnant wife has to shuck oysters just to keep her level eye on you. How smart. You flirt with everything. But even she can't save you from yourself, when you're hopped up on only God knows. Disrespecting the women from your wife's country, your child's lineage. I don't care how many drops run in your own blood, thats not a charge card to say racist **** on top of being an ******* I will always pray that you find your way, make your wife feel safe, para siempre, instead of coming onto women everytime she's not watching. Get right with God, walk straight. I cannot work in a hostile kitchen, I don't do this **** for these tips. When I don't even break a hundred a night, I'm calling it quits, and even when I did, I do not need to be extending my anxiety into a physical reality of shaking hands or jumbled words caught up in my throat. You see, when you raise your voice to me, my brain doesn't think, this man is my boss who can't hit me, my body is too busy bracing, for what muscle memory recalls, following similar stimulis before. If you talk to me like I am an idiot like my father did, if you raise your voice to me like he and all following abusers did, I just might cut you slow with my words, for I am indelibly OVER. THIS. **** I quit Umberto after three years for his, so now I have a low tolerance. Insisting I can't do MY job, when it's not MY bad, if you're gonna take away my ability to defend myself, in a place I came to empower me, you better hope I feel merciful when you tell me to ***** to someone else when I say I don't appreciate the way you are speaking to us. I don't feel merciful, cuz I can't do this **** anymore. Getting in my face, saying I need to do my ******* job right if I want to take issue, cussing out a woman when I have done or said nothing wrong. I have always owned mistakes, if I said I did perfect this shift, you better back up off of it and stop talking to me like I'm some lying piece of **** idiot. Consider this my notice.
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 4:21 AM UTC
KatieMarchetello
Food RUNNER!
To any hulk of an exec chef,  or any sous with little **** syndrome, if you think for a minute you're keeping your fingers after waving them in my face, your mistaken. Go ***** to someone else you say, point taken. I will dessimate you when you forsake me, just as my father did and many boyfriends. I pity your unborn baby, who will inherit your anger and yell like you, and if she's a girl, she will learn to put up with rage like yours. Your very pregnant wife has to shuck oysters just to keep her level eye on you. How smart. You flirt with everything. But even she can't save you from yourself, when you're hopped up on only God knows. Disrespecting the women from your wife's country, your child's lineage. I don't care how many drops run in your own blood, thats not a charge card to say racist **** on top of being an ******* I will always pray that you find your way, make your wife feel safe, para siempre, instead of coming onto women everytime she's not watching. Get right with God, walk straight. I cannot work in a hostile kitchen, I don't do this **** for these tips. When I don't even break a hundred a night, I'm calling it quits, and even when I did, I do not need to be extending my anxiety into a physical reality of shaking hands or jumbled words caught up in my throat. You see, when you raise your voice to me, my brain doesn't think, this man is my boss who can't hit me, my body is too busy bracing, for what muscle memory recalls, following similar stimulis before. If you talk to me like I am an idiot like my father did, if you raise your voice to me like he and all following abusers did, I just might cut you slow with my words, for I am indelibly OVER. THIS. **** I quit Umberto after three years for his, so now I have a low tolerance. Insisting I can't do MY job, when it's not MY bad, if you're gonna take away my ability to defend myself, in a place I came to empower me, you better hope I feel merciful when you tell me to ***** to someone else when I say I don't appreciate the way you are speaking to us. I don't feel merciful, cuz I can't do this **** anymore. Getting in my face, saying I need to do my ******* job right if I want to take issue, cussing out a woman when I have done or said nothing wrong. I have always owned mistakes, if I said I did perfect this shift, you better back up off of it and stop talking to me like I'm some lying piece of **** idiot. Consider this my notice.
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