Where is Taffer When You Need Him??!!

You’ve seen the TV show Bar Rescue right? Well I need his help. I opened a bar and restaurant with a friend and he is turning out to be a complete asshole/idiot.

He doesn’t want the kitchen to prep anything. He wants everything cut fresh to order. He must smoke crack. 

Our cook has worked 30 days straight because he hasn’t hired another cook after having me fire the other one. Maybe if he didn’t sleep all day….

He wants our pretzel hamburger buns to be made in house. Great concept only he hires his Aunt to make them and they suck. The money he spends on paying her to make them + ingredients= not cost effective. And customers complain about them so I buy kaiser buns for those who request a different bun. What happens? They get thrown out.

My cook prepped veggies for next shift. What did he do? Throw them out. Again= not cost effective.

We need beer on tap. Haven’t done that. He thinks we should carry domestic even though customers want craft beers. I say carry both. The result= an empty kegerator we use as a bar countertop.

Speaking of bar setup- he builds the shelves for bar and there isn’t even enough room for all of our liquor as I clearly attempted to pointed out prior to his project. Did he listen? Hell no. 

A reach in cooler that I keep import beers in went out on us weeks ago. There it sits behind the bar still not working with new cooler sitting next to our entrance for customers. I found a guy who would move it for us after hours (when he is there getting drunk) do you think he has called him? Hell no. 

We close at midnight yet after the kitchen is all torn down he makes the cook open back up to cook his friend a sandwich. After. We. Have. Closed. Our poor bartender doesn’t get out of their until 4:30am sometimes because she is kept after by him. Ridiculous. 

He doesn’t come in until late at night and gets drunk and stays up til noon the following day and leaves notes all over the place like an Easter egg hunt with random bitching. I seriously think he has a drug problem.

Everything is in my name. EVERYTHING. And he’s bad for business. 

He wants hand cut French fries but REFUSES to allow them to soak in water to pull out the starch so they are mushy when you see fry them. Customers complain. He “don’t give a fuck” as he says everyday all day. It’s his way or no way.

He’s never worked a single day in a restaurant or bar yet he thinks he knows it all. He’s a joke.

And then there is his mother. She does not own the place. (Legally I own 100%) and only he and I are on the lease yet she verbally harassed the employees and then he tells our cook his mom is the boss. WTF??? She is evil. She has no place in there. She helps make those shitty pretzel buns. 

He does zero. I do everything. I order alcohol. I do the shopping. I bartend. I waitress. I hire. I do the schedule. You name it. I do it with zero help. NOW he doesn’t want me to hire anybody without his approval first. Super. He sleeps everyday until who knows when.  Yet he tells me what I’m doing wrong or that I’m….wait for it…. Not trying hard enough.

I can’t take it. He texts me at 3am in a drunken stupor calling me a mother fucker and dumbass and accuses me of stealing. He’s out of his damn mind. I have had countless customers tell me how they think he is on coke. Terrific.  He keeps adding stuff to the menu. Ridiculous stuff like deep fried twinkies, hot dogs, soups and any other random shit he pulls out of his ass. 

I’m to the point where I need to see a lawyer. When I’m not there (and he is there drunk) he is behind the bar drinking (not cool) and giving away drinks for free. He is going to ruin this business. If I want to buy a drink for somebody I do just that. I buy it. With cash. Not just pull it out of cooler and alight a match to our profit. I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m stuck. I’m the owner and 100% shareholder on paper but it was his money that built it. Granted, everything was my idea. The concept, decor, logo, etc. 

I NEED Bar Rescue before I lose my mind…. And my business. 

Mother’s Day 

What can I say? It was perfection. Orchids from a friend, diamond earrings from hubby (baby’s birthstone) dinner at parents and a beautiful sunny day. That all ended with his colic tonight though. Had to take him on a 4 am drive to get him asleep. Sigh. 

Labor- 27 hours. They kept talking c section but never did. Instead they kept rolling me over which is probably why he was born with the cord wrapped around his neck 3 times. He also had a bowel movement and breathed it in so he spent his first 9 days of life in NICU for antibiotics and oxygen 😦

Our stay was anything but pleasant. Our nurse refused to give him pain meds following circumcision. I literally had to drop the F Bomb 22hoies later and THEN she came in room (without knocking) and tossed the syringe of Tylenol on the bed. REALLY??? What a twat. 

Anywho- I’m over the moon with our son but this colic thing has me running on next to zero sleep. 

In othe news, I’m back into my pre preggo pants and feeling 100%. Ready for doctor to clear me for some hubby and gym action. 

  

2 weeks old today!!!

Glad to be home from NICU and find our “new normal” which has consisted of him waking up when ever dinner is ready, crying if he isn’t sleeping, going for a car ride or drinking a bottle. He is amazing though!!! When I have the time I will sit down and post about my 27 hours of labor and how he was born with the cord wrapped around him 3 times. Ugh. Relieved to have him home.

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Procrastination

WHY am I being a total lazy ass with the nursery? I’ve waited years for this moment and here we are barely over 11 weeks left and our new front door that needs repainted is still in there (last coat to go after already 3 coats- don’t believe the built in primer hype), a litter-box which cat no longer uses is still there, a 2 seater table and chairs, and walls need repainted. Oh yeah- a couple floor boards that bring my husband to an hour of continuous cuss words need installed too. So you catch my drift by now. I’m lazy, tired, or procrastinating and I have no idea why. I want it to be done but I just haven’t had it in me. Am I the only one? Trying to avoid stress yet here I sit creating my own.

17 weeks and no blood test?

Yep. Last week’s pic:) Stoked to have come this far but confused as to why doctor doesn’t feel it necessary to do any tests for abnormalities. He says he likes to wait until he has reason to believe it is necessary. M’kay. I’m a worrier! That should be reason enough. He said we could if we wanted to but honestly I felt dumb at that point to insist upon it. He said if he sees any precursors to any conditions on ultrasound then he will go ahead with further testing. His practice goes with the combo of holistic and conventional- with that being said he believes the waiting on results will simply cause me unnecessary stress. Boo. I figured it was a no brainer being 40yrs old and an IVF patient but I guess not. Dang it!!! I also secretly wanted to know gender of our bugaboo too. Alas I shall wait until December 1st to find out if baby is boy or girl. Drats!!!
As far as how I feel? Super I suppose. Not getting sick, nauseous, dizzy, or moody. However…… I “may” have a bladder infection. Good. Times. Aside from peeing all the time (sometimes 3 trips in 30 minutes) I have a dull lower backache. I thought all that was par for the course but to be safe I rang the office and mentioned it and nurse said, “ohhhhhhhh, hmmmmmm, yea go ahead and give me your pharmacy info and I’ll send order for labs to blah blah blah and let doctor C know.” I asked if she thought I really had one and she said it sure sounds like it. So, pending urinalysis, I may or may not be treating that with some antibiotics tomorrow. Suuuuuuper.
Other pregnancy facts in a nutshell:
My rings are on, my belly button is in, I sleep great, I’m not moody, I can eat anything, I don’t crave anything, we all know what size my baby is if we all pay attention to the same apps :), my weight gain is barely there, I won’t talk about signs of labor until it happens, and those lists are way too much for me to fill out every week with all I have going on right now.
Recap of hectic life-
I own my own photography business which keeps me busy on weekends and editing on evenings.
I work part time at a jewelry store because a friend owns it and well…. I love jewelry.
I am opening a bar/restaurant extremely close to Notre Dame and contractors really piss me off.
Photography will probably get cut down quite a bit- maybe a session or 2 a week mayyyyyybe. I love it so I will never give it up. Jewelry store can kiss my ass because the bar will consume me no doubt.
BUT I love hectic and I love goals!!!! I look forward to this business and I am excited to call it my own (well half mine half partner’s)
After taking week 16 belly shot, I mildly freaked thinking “am
I porking out or showing too soon???” Even had to Google some other 17 week bellies to see. Especially after hearing from so many girls how they didn’t even start showing until they were 6months along. Well lah dee frickin dah!!! Not being a hater but secretly was hoping to be the same way. Ok. I’m hatin 🙂
Tahhhh dahhhhh

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