the other day at work it suddenly hit me why my new job hole was so familiar! no, it wasn't because somehow all my new co-workers have seem to be manifestations of past friends and co-workers. it was because this kaiten style sushi corrales us chefs like we're some kind of exotic animals. this means that as i'm standing there in my zen like trance making sushi, there is a conveyer belt cruising past my nearly blind eyes preforming merry go round duties for the happy little rolls of uncooked goodness. [ok, most of them are cooked...] and this scene playing out before me hit the memory drawer and out came the opening sequence to laverne & shirley. ...where the beer bottles go along on their conveyor belt trip to their new 6 pack home. and then i could hear the theme song in my head as i sighed and watched the sushi roll on by. i cocked my head in boredum also....that is until i violently stabbed my knife into the sushi, cracking the plastic plate it was greenhoused on, and wedging it into the belt. if you were wondering...of course i didn't use my expensive sushi knives but the cheap industry grade chefs knives provided to us. i also couldn't help but sport that look of satisfaction as i not only startled some college girls, but made some kids get the roundest eyes i've even seen on a haole. of course the forward motion of the embedded knife sliced through internal computer cables to disable the monitoring system...which is down anyway...but managed to cause a short in the entire electrical system within the store. no biggie. and i'm sure the parents of that kid that didn't keep his hands inside the booth when they told him to quit touching everything that went by appreciated the well learned lesson their now gimpy prodigy was taught. but it sure was funny the way the grease from the tempura'd foods fueled the sparks from the grinding metal into what turned into a ring of fire around us contained chefs. it was so pretty because at this point all the lighting was out. it was like being at a circus! because of the bear that came out of the bar riding a unicycle and sporting a bra on its head like somekind of northwestern fashion statement snatching up salmon sashimi off the line like it was fishing off in the wild. i wasn't about to tell him he had to wait to be seated by the hostess...not after i saw what happend to the old lady that guffawed at him for his lack of table manners.
the new jobhole rocks. not because we have a unicycle riding grizzly. or because the great owners who offered me a job from afar aren't going to fire me if they happen to read this and wonder what kind of whack job they hired. [i'm sure the did somekind of background check on me. oh, you didn't? oops, now you know...] but because everyone is so darn nice. and the customers regard me like background music ...until they need it turned down. but i turn it up for them. this is because the sushi-go-round is so fascinating to them i have to...well, how do i compete with that? i want their experience to continue on being an entertaining one. what's funnier then watching me drop plates across my station [and sometimes off onto the floor] like i'm a cracked out vegas dealer?
but mostly i find myself in a trance from the sushi going by. this is good. daydreaming means lots of creativity for the canvas at home. but it's also bad because i start thinking about all my friends i left. in the end its all good...getting my zen on. and hell...its like watching cartoons!---the flintstones and seeing fred running to the front door and realizing wow! the inside of his house is like a mile long! but shit...they seriously need to get an interior designer in there because i keep seeing that same table with the same talking dodo bird lamp go by! imagine the size of the sushi back then!