I am about to talk a lot about freezers.

Sometimes I just believe things because they make sense and I am too lazy to look them up. Like, that this song is about Kurt Cobain. However, upon googling for the sake of not sounding like a total ass clown in this post, I have learned that it is not. It is about Budd Dwyer. See, people, this right here is why you should just not believe things because you are too fucking lazy to verify the facts.

I am getting off subject here. This weekend was very eventful. I got fired from a job and got hired at a new job. A lot of the things that went on surrounding this were about me just believing people because, well, why would they lie to me? I was wrong. Very very wrong.

I have written about my current former job and it was hell. It was dirty and unorganized and poorly run and hell on earth. I believed the people around me when they said, this is the kind of job you will get. This is what you are stuck with, this is the way people are treated. I believed the people I worked with when they told me that it gets better, that it wasn't that bad, that I should hang in there.

FUCK. ALL. THOSE. PEOPLE. OK, except like three of them who I really liked.

Friday evening I went and interviewed at an organic, sustainable restaurant about a mile from school. It was clean. The people were friendly. They wanted to make sure that I was a good fit for their company and that their company was a good fit for me. When asked why I was leaving my current job, I explained the situation without talking too much shit. By the end of it, I was practically begging them to get me out of that hell hole.

I came in Saturday morning for a second interview. Then an impromptu third interview. They hired me on the spot. I attended orientation on Sunday and start training this Saturday.

The restaurant opens the end of July.

Can I just say that this is my dream job? They talk about buying locally and have organic cotton chef coats and THEIR FREEZER IS ONLY USED FOR FRUIT FOR SMOOTHIES. Can I repeat this? I am not sure you heard the pure and utter glee in my voice. THEY DON'T FREEZE ANY OF THEIR FOOD. It is fresh. It is local. It is helping the planet. I am helping the planet just by working there. Seriously, I just. I can't put into words what this means.

Saturday on the way there, I was a wreck. I felt like I was going to throw up. I was so excited that this could happen, when he offered me the job, it took everything in my power to not kiss him on the mouth and do a victory lap around the restaurant. At the orientation, they emphasized the good energy they want in the place. That it is important for their employees to be happy. That they want people to want to come to work. And, seriously, I believed them. Not in the "I really hope they are telling the truth" way. In the way that they really hope they can foster this kind of work environment.

DID I MENTION THEY HAVE AN ENTIRE GIANT WALK IN FREEZER THAT ONLY HAS FRUIT?

And their refrigerated walk in, just, balls. It is huge. And they have it setup to grind all their meat in the walk-in so as to not run the risk of it entering the temperature danger zone and possibly harboring bacteria. Am I getting too dorky here? I may be.

When I put in my notice at my previous job, they pretty much told me to go fuck myself, which was fine by me. I felt the same way about them.

So, I am going to just believe again, believe that this is really, truly the start to my career. The start to the path I want to head down. Because, dear readers, if I ever open a restaurant of my own, it is going to look pretty damn close to where I am about to go work. And that just makes me want to cry I am so excited.

Did I also mention that they mop everyday? Because the last place only mopped once a week. ONCE A WEEK. AND THEY FROZE SHIT.

Wheeeee!!!! I am so excited!