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It has been a wild ride of the last 4(?) months. A friend of mine and chef died Christmas Eve, making this years Christmas the worst ever. Well, that and the fact that my mother now has a rampant alcohol problem, egged on by my sister who visited for a few days. She is exactly the same as she was in high school... only now that she has a "bartenders license" she feels the need to talk about alcohol and different drinks...constantly.
Eddie died in his sleep at his families home in New Mexico.. didn't even make it to Christmas. Which he had been talking about since I knew him... This past sunday was his wake - I got to meet his parents and siblings. He was only twenty fucking seven. *deep sigh*
Work has now turned into a hellhole of grief, overtime, and a general feeling of being lost. Though the feelings have gotten a little easier... the Sous Chef is rubbing all of our nerves wrong with his ego and idea of now changing everything since Eddie's never coming back. Die fucker, die.
All in all, not quite myself. I'm still waiting for that "Happy New Year."
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