Was watching Giada in Italy when this show I've never seen before, "Ayesha's Home Kitchen," was next. Since Food Network has been sucking ass, (i.e. only playing competition shows and no actual cooking ones/have written several letters to said channel as well as Nancy Fuller describing my distaste for the path the channel was going), I was mildly excited. I was thinking, "Okay, I wanted more Giada and Ina and Bobby but this is a step in the right direction."
I started watching it.
It's the worst thing I've ever seen.
So I'm like "Who the fuck is this bitch and HOW did this show pass for a pilot?"
So I do a little research. I google her name, and come across Ayesha Curry. Since she's a cook, I figured that was her show name, like Chelsea Lately or something. Like why would a cook's last name ACTUALLY be Curry? It's a delicious Indian dish.
Scroll down a bit, and Stephen Curry and Ayesha Curry come up in the same sentence. Since I have a baby sister in basketball, I've heard that dumb name before. Because she's corrected me an uncountable amount of times that it's not pronounced Steven. Now I know that, but I still say it for fun.
And it clicks.
This horrible show is only in my face because stupid sports players are rich and can buy themselves a show anywhere even if they have no idea how to do anything.
Fuck. You. Food. Network.
Got written up yesterday. Got in trouble for calling the cops on drug users in the parking lot. (Unrelated). Was told that a guest who is patronizing, condescending, and assholish is just maybe having a bad day and it's my job to make it better; that I must remember to first be urgent with guests' unimportant needs and put myself second, even if that means my respect for myself. Went to an interview that took 20 minutes to get to just to have him sit me down and tell me I'm not a good fit. Got to work, cried in the storage closet with our maintenance guy and head of housekeeping. (We're bros. Love them to death.) Got back to the front desk swollen and red. Coworker felt bad and brought me cookies.
And it's only my Tuesday.
Funny how ideas change over time. This was my original idea for Mabel. Tiny pitch came first, then the story. And it was supposed to be novel length, more like Ruby than Mansion. Interesting.
I have posted "Mabel" in a temp tab. It's under "The Bucket List." Which, fun fact, was actually what I was originally going to call it, but I already have too many books with titles that start with "the." I'm tired of it. So, I changed it. But then I named the tab what it was actually called and it took up three inches so I was like *sigh*. Anyways. It's up, so give it a read and let me know what you think.
PS I would encourage you to listen to the song that inspired parts in the story. "Africa" by Toto. Even if you already know it, it's always a bit more powerful to hear it while reading.
We're going to open our chocolate bunnies and hunt the Easter eggs I've been hiding for the last few days after I get home from work tonight.
Or as I like to call it: Happy Year Since Radiation Anniversary. Easter last year I was in the last half of being in quarantine for radiation. And a Fixer Upper marathon was on, so that's what I did. I also blogged about it, you can find it in April 2016. Now, there's a Fixer Upper marathon. Looks like I know what I'm doing at work.
Been working on a new project. It's called "Mabel Maplebaum's List of Things to do before she Dies." It's a little shorty, very similar to The Mansion on the Hill, but it'll be more like a feelgood story. I'll keep you posted.
Accidentally left my phone at home when I left for work. Asked the bf to bring it to me and get Chick Fil A. I knew he'd do neither, so needless to say I was flabbergasted when he walked through the front door with my phone and Chik Fil A. AND THAT'S NOT ALL. He charged it.
The bf was expressing how much he hates the song "Come on Eileen," so I was in the middle of asking Siri to play it when he decided to further emphasize his hatred. She thought we said this. And pretended like she understood.