Christ, even topics with my name in them never seem to stay on-topic. :lol:
Kyle is the uckin' fasshole who never posts anymore (why should he--13K, what more needs to be said? :lol: ) hardly lurks, and yet has a close network of brothers who still let me know when I need to pop by and check in.
The updates are these, for those who need to be caught up:
1) I'm alright. Broke, busy and stressed, but alright.
2) I moved in May, I went from a dumpy little apartment to a dumpy little house. I sit in ****** plastic chairs, enjoy my pipes once a while, throw rocks at pigeons eating my sunflowers, feed hummingbirds and live the white trash dream. It also means none of you have my new address and can't send me pipes and tobacco any more. I find that hilarious. :flower:
3) I quit one of my two cook jobs. That means I'm still catering, and happily so. Our crew jokes about how we're the "marines of culinary," because we work 15 hour shifts, set-up/tear-down entire gourmet kitchens in remote locations, feed 300 people--rain, shine, day, night, whatever. Which is why I ditched the line cook crap. I'd rather sous for fun and real work than be a food assembly robot.
4) I'm trying desperately to get the mining project I was once working on from folding under. Investors are clutching their coinpurses tightly and that means no work for guys like me. Same old story, as it has been in the industry for hundreds of years. It'll be the last project I likely ever work on because my father is getting too old to do this ****, and it's our last hurrah. Send some investors my way. Not kidding. We don't need much.
5) In lieu of the line cook job, I was recently hired at the Tinder Box in Reno. Job openings there are rare, as it's a sweet gig. I jumped at the opportunity. 25 hours a week, in and amongst catering, I peddle cigars, refurbish pipes, fill bags of tobacco to happy pipe customers, old and new. It's a far cry of the stress of a cook's line, and the clientele are wonderful, grouchy, intelligent and occasionally have good taste. I get free stuff to try, take home a can of GL Pease each week, and on slow days even watch a baseball game with a stick or briar in my hand. Same pay as a cook, different world. I'm diggin' it. While I humbly and perhaps incorrectly don't consider myself a "tobacconist" or even an "expert" quite yet, I'm the next best thing. I have all of you to thank for that--the debates, jokes, learning, experience, bombs, samples and techniques gave me a job. 13,000 posts written and even more read--not wasted, I guess.
That's it on this end, until next I post. I'll leave the thread back to George again. :cheers:
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Much love, bros.
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