Blame Me

It's all my fault. I got myself into this mess...crawfish ettouffe...I'm stressed...perfectionist...headache...tejas chicken...eating...breathing... shitting...Louisiana style gumbo...I wish I were cramming for something that would actually help me amount to something...Portuguese Fish Stew...instead, I'm cramming for something that will give me more experience in the wonderful world of serving...Chorizo Mexicana...the fast-paced environment where the hours are shitty and so is the treatment...smile...Chili Con Queso...I'm good at that...Mesquite Grilled Fajita Salad...be pleasant...Catfish Bites...I'm good at that...memorize the menu...oh good god...my short term memory is shot...therefore I'm forced to shove all of this information into my long term memory...But, I brought this on myself...oh, it's easy...no problem...and yes, once I'm finished with these god awful tests and horrible trainers...Tostada Grande...it will be easy...but right now...I'd rather shoot myself in the foot than look at these menu items anymore...Camptown Shrimp...where did I put that gun?