No more Cosi for me. There were many straws on this camel's back, but a shitty tipper with a good personality did me in. I called her out on it, told my boss about it. The district manager informed me that while individuality was once celebrated at Cosi, we're now a publicly traded corporation, and it's now frowned upon.

Yellow belts and shitty tippers. No more Cosi for me.

I've put my feelers back out into the Universe to bring me happiness. There are jobs out there waiting, and lots of options to persue. I've started the process. I have a part time job already lined up at Varsity Books... I'd be working with Sacha, and it's totally a make-your-own-hours type deal, which is cooler than cool.

Ice cold.

So, with that in mind, it leaves me open to find a resturant where my personality can be celebrated. It looks like Perry's in Adam's Morgan is a very viable option. Kelly's good friend Felicia (who asked me to model last valentine's day in her fashion show at Junction, if you'll recall) has a roommate who is the assitant GM. Looks like that establishment is a lock for employment. The average entree option is like $15-20, so I should make out okay there. And the hours are clearly much better. There's something to be said for gettin' outta work at 11 instead of 1.

I'm not really too upset about it. I'll miss my place of employment, but I had to do what I had to do. The GM has promised me a sparkling reference, so its not like he's holding a grudge against me. Most of my friends have left Cosi, sans Lauren and Jenny Lee (who's part time), so I figure its on to greener pastures. I've been talking about leaving for a while... just unhappy with mismanagment and the overall corporate sentiment-- Kelly said it best: "You put the energy out there, now's the time for you to go."

She's right. You can't be a coffee-sandwhich relationship broker for ever. Going at least a little higher end can't hurt. And, getting into the Adam's Morgan bartender scene is a good local scene to get into. I've made segueys into it with the help of Kelly and her friends, nows my own shot. I didn't have any street cred with them working corporate, and now I will. Its funny, but its true.

So, here comes the next big adventure. Financially, I'm still okay, emotionally I'm still okay. Stability is a mindset, and it's not something I'm gonna let get fucked up 🙂

There are few things I'm sure about, but one of them is certainly that nothing makes a boy feel better about leavin' his job than getting his dick sucked. Oh, hell, thats a blatant lie. I'm pretty sure I'm far to confident about far to many things, but yeah, the dick sucking == better moods equation is definatly one of them.

Either way, I finally gave my apartment a decent begining christening yesterday afternoon. I hope that ending up on the rug was Bike Messanger Boy's subtle sense of humor-- I have shag. Not a bad trick, he's no Alex, but he is exceptionally good looking. I guess Jenny Lee put me in the mood for a mohawk, what with her recent facination with them.

If Lauren hadn't come home while I was putting on my shirt and BMB was walking down the stairs with his bike (what a shifty mid-shifter!) I'd prolly feel even better about it. As it stands, its the sexual equivalent to Yum's at 4am-- it does the trick, but you don't feel great about it in the morning.

Whatever... a mid-city mid-shift dick suck is barely shady; afterall, I was on his route!