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i have the worst schedule of anyone that you know. i am a cook, and my occupation has disallowed me to participate in such things as: birthdays, sporting events, valentine's day, concerts, bbq's, weekend camping trips, weekend vegas trips, weekends period, 4th of july drunken-amateur-pyrotechnic displays, dinner dates, relationships in general, superbowl, movies-unless i want to go by myself usually, TJ benders, 2-a-days, happy hour, last call, prime time tv, general dudeness, and probably a thousand other things that take place at night. i work in century city, which if you are not familiar with, has a multitude of various douche bags spanning different races and ethnicities, probably due to the fact they feel there is an implied importance that they occupy the space located directly between beverly hills and santa monica, when in fact the only reason they're not living in one of the other two is because they can't afford it. i swear the next time i have to see another aftermarket saleen convertible with racing harnesses and a fucking baby seat in the back i'm gonna throw up. other than that i love my job, and my life. i spent most of adolescence "thinking" i was going to be a musician for the rest of my life, and now i "know" that food is my calling. not to mention the fact that i was at the beach the other day hanging out(by myself of course) and, first of all you have to know that there was not another soul out there - period. this guy walks up that looks like if you took the singer from the spin doctors, bleached him, and then proceeded to dress him with a combo of the worst of j. crew and marshall's, and stuck a tom sawyer style straw hat on top like the cherry on an asshole sunday. so this dude, noticing that there is a half-mile of open sand, decides to occupy the space 12 feet away from me, and before i know it he's got his shirt off, lying down on his back and his ribs are sticking out like that old dude from the matallica unforgiven video. so after about a half hour i take out my guitar and start to play some... now i know that i'm no eddie van halen, and i'm not trying to break new musical boundries with an acoustic guitar on the beach, but i can play some songs - and this guy gets up after maybe 6 minutes and decides he's had enough. now i find myself in the awkward position of being double-pissed off at this fuckhead first because he sat next to me, and second because he silently told me that i suck. so as he walks by i yell "FUCK YOU TOO!" when he's about 30 feet away and he turns around - but he thinks it's part of the song because i had never stopped playing. face.