It's About That Time

So on Friday I got fired from the place that the last blog was about. Honestly I began to feel like it was a matter of time. I've come to the realization that I have even less patience then I thought I had and absorbing information like entire menus has no more room in my life-or maybe never did. If you remember, this was the same issue I had with another more known restaurant. Truth is, I don't give a crap what comes on a chicken sandwich or what type of cheese is in the "who gives a da*n" pasta- which is a clear sign that the only thing I need to be doing in a restaurant is being served and taking pictures. It's up to the rest of you to do your own research on what is going into your mouth.

Moving on... I've discovered that I can no longer work for anyone except myself. People just don't have basic manners anymore and really don't mind making others feel uncomfortable and I have no time for that. If I don't have to deal with it-I wont. So like any other dismissal in my past-it was written already (meaning it was supposed to be) and boy am I not arguing. So I am extremely excited about taking steps towards hustlin' my work in a form so true to this city-on the NY street! Nothin' stoppin' me. No one over my shoulder, no fake smiles, AAAAGGGGHHHHH! I'm lovin' it!!! I am very wet behind the ears though and am ALL ears for any advice on what to expect. I'm in the process of getting my sales tax id and while researching what it takes, I discovered artists no longer need a commercial vending license as of 1996. So once again we begin another adventure in my life. Thanks for ridin' with me...& believing in me.