unsure about the future

so, ok, the whole key thing got worked out.  barely avoided disaster, though...i told my wife last saturday that if somebody wasn't there by ten after i was going to leave.  there wasn't anybody there at eight, or eight o five.  at eight o eight i checked the door again and it magically opened.  so, two minutes away from quitting my job.

anyway, saturday turned out okay, and i had a good couple days off.  then i came back to work this week.  tuesday was ok but slow and boring.  yesterday...

yesterday i got there at 8 (got a key now, remember?), and i got the kitchen up and running.  owner number 2 was scheduled to work at 8...come in, open up the dining room (vaccuum, mop, all that) so we're ready to go at nine when we open.  owner number 2 got there at nine.  i was looking for the vaccuum at the time and was pissed cause i thought i was gonna have to open the front in order to be open for business on time.  so i started the day out bad.  i have issues with the management.  i don't feel like they really want it.  i feel like they just want to own a bar, not have a successful business.  it's all show and flash for them.  and i thought el chefe was different.  ok.  owner number two actually asked me what time we started serving corned beef and cabbage.  there's literally fifty flyers in the dining room that state exactly what time we start serving.  only owner number two didn't bother to look at them.  we were supposed to start serving at 11.  we were not ready at 11.  i was ansy, cause all i wanna do i serve our customers.  so, noon passes and we're still not ready to go on the corned beef, and el chefe didn't seem concerned at all and kept telling me to calm down.  at one thirty we still weren't ready to serve the special we advertised would be avaliable at 11.  so i was getting pissed, cause el chefe didn't seem concerned at all that we weren't ready.  then, he offhandidly mentions that he needs a haircut, and all of a sudden he's gone.  he actually left to go get his fucking fauxhawk trimmed up, and we still weren't ready to go on the special.

that sent me over the edge.  i didn't really talk for the last couple hours of my shift, then i came home and proceeded to drunk and question the decisions i've made in the last couple months.  yesterday i was fully convinced i was going to go in today and hand in my keys and just tell them to fuck off.  i wanted to sleep on it cause i was having a bad day yesterday (WORST ST. PADDY'S EVER) but this morning i still think i need to move on.  now, it would have been a much easier decision if the wife hadn't got let go from her job on friday.  so, i'm in that "i need this job i fucking hate" spot right now.  but i also have serious doubts that this place will even be open six months down the road.

incidentally sous chefe has already put in his two week notice due to being concerned about the same management issues as me.  i almost think that they need to lose him and me before they'll pull their heads out of their asses.  but honestly, with management like this, i dunno if it will do an ounce of good.

there's a big ass part of me that says "fuck it.  go quit, take the rest of the week off, and on monday go find another job."  i'm pretty sure that i can find something else pretty easily...there's lots of restaurants in this town, and i'm sure some of them need a good line cook.  not many places are actively hiring, but with my work history i'm sure i can barge my way in somewhere...give me a chance, put me on the line, and you'll want to give me full time, i promise.

i dunno if i'll quit today.  there's a part of me that says my pops will be dissapointed in me for giving up but i also think he knows i know what i'm talking about and if i see a sinking ship he'd want me to bail the hell off of it.  he's gonna be scared that both me and the wife are jobless (or would be if i quit) but we both got great work histories and skill sets that are always going to be in demand.  plus, we got a grip of money in the bank right now.

i dunno....we'll see what happens.  i'm not optimistic.