The Pro's and the Cons

so I've been down here for a little over a month. And I think that's sufficient enough time to get a good analysis of the place where I've decided to dwell for a year and a half.

First off, the Con's.

Ugh, the food here SUCKS. Produce is poorer quality, (I had to look for almost 10 minutes to find an apple that wasn't bruised in the supermarket) Everything is just of a lower quality than it is in the West Coast. I think it's the attitude of the people here. They're all down south igotallthetimeintheworldandi'mnotgonnaworryaboutathing kinda attitude. While on the West Coast it's more of a Igotplacestogopeopletoseeandeverythingbetterbeperfectalongtheway kinda attitude. Which I think is more conducive to making better food and to the hospitality industry in general.
We have yet to find a good restaurant to eat. Everywhere we go, the food is salty, or overpriced, or loaded with msg, or just not very good to begin with. We end up cooking a lot at home. And even then it's still not the same. I'm afraid when I get home my tastebuds will be all messed up and nobody will hire me because I overcook everything, and add salt when it's already salted.
AGH! I HATE AMERICAN CHEESE! PROCESSED PIECE OF MONKEY GARBAGE! IT'S EVERYWHERE HERE! I GO THROUGH MORE AMERICAN CHEESE AT THE RESTAURANT THAN SWISS, CHEDDAR, AND PEPPERJACK COMBINED. It is infuriating to say the least. By the way, I don't think American cheese is ACTUALLY cheese. I'm not sure they use bacterial cultures to create it. It's more of a chemical cheese subsitute. Like squeeze e cheese, but with more chemicals.
The weather here is awful too, it can't make up it's mind. When I started walking to work this morning, it was overcast. 15 minutes later it was raining so hard it hurt my skin, then a couple minutes later it stopped. It went through this 4 times before I got to work! (it takes me an hour to walk) by the time I got to work I looked like I'd jumped in the river. All my clothes were soaking wet, even the shirt I kept in my backpack for the way home was soaked. I almost ruined my Classic Indian Cooking cookbook too! Then an hour after I'd started work, the sun came out! At least in B.C the weather stayed the same for a couple days at a time.
The people here DO NOT KNOW HOW TO COOK! I watched one of the Supervisors do a horrible job of peeling a canteloupe today. She had the right method, but the final result was a horrible hackjob! I can do better with a knife shorter than a pen lid! And yesterday Brenden was telling me about how his supervisor called him a racist comment right on the line (it's an open kitchen, there are people 5 feet away that can see everything.) Then, she turned her pockets inside out and said "Kiss the bunny on the nose!" (try it in the mirror, you'll get it) It's not so much that he was offended by this stuff, he probably gave as bad as he got. But she's a supervisor, and she's almost yelling racist and perverted jokes on the hot line. 5 feet away from the customers, how professional is that? Here's another one of her famous quotes. Me and the other canadian guys were quizing each other on food stuff. And Basmati comes up in a conversation, we were trying to find out where it comes from (the foothills of the himilayas) and she shouts out...."Basmati...that's a rice right!?"
I better get a raise pretty soon. I'm managing one of the outlets in every respect except for the job title and the pay. I'm working my butt off to make sure it doesn't go down in flames . And I'm getting paid less than the girl who doesn't know what goes into a guacomole. It's a downright piss off is what it is. It makes me wanna scream at all the cooks I'm training. And scream at all the servers (who don't know what they're doing either) And I don't like being an asshole. And that's what I'm turning into. If I'm gonna become this tyrannical asshole boss, I don't wanna cook anymore. I want to teach people, but I can't teach them if they won't listen! It drives me insane.
Now Erin is driving me crazy. Especially with the whole housework thing. Last night, after dinner. I watched her rinse her dishes and put them into the sink, right on top of my dishes. Later on that night, I did dishes, and Mike cleaned up the rest of the kitchen. She booted off upstairs to talk to people on msn and listen to Chris Rock comedy. Why is that everytime there is work to be done that would benefit the entire house, and not just her. She's off in her room, or going to bed early, or finding some other way to avoid the situation.
From the very beginning Erin has said she wanted to lay down some ground rules about housework and the splitting up of duties. But now that she has a chance, she's avoiding it. I told her today I wanted to talk to her about it when I got home. I've been home for 5 hours, and she's been "sleeping" the entire time. So what did I do while I waited for her to wake up? I de-boned the chicken we bought the other day, and started up a chicken stock. Then I cleaned up the entire kitchen....again. Then I figured out how we're all going to be paying for rent, electricity, and how much Sean and Bradley will owe us when they get down here. (the 29th) Then I came up here and started blogging. (which is turning out a lot longer than I thought) I forget where I was going with that, but GAH! she's getting on my nerves. I don't think I even can talk to her right now without calling her awful names and screaming.

I was going to talk about some of the Pro's of being here. But I'm too pissed off right now.