Good Bye Farm...

After three long and exhausting months I've made the difficult decision to leave The Farm. As I draw to the end of my final week, I know I made the right decision to move on (the job was just not fulfilling enough; most of my staff had more to do than I did; and the catering arm of the venture was never really going to come to anything, mainly because I was not the point person at the Beverly Hills location). But leaving "my guys" is going to be really difficult!

I've mentioned in previous posts how many of the waiters are actually working actors, but they are still some of the best waiters I've ever worked with (and trust me in my day, I was good!). They've explained what it's like to be struggling actors in LA, so I've gotten a totally different, psuedo-insiders perspective of "the industry." It's a whole lot different than the stuff you read in Entertainment Weekly I can tell you!

Working at The Farm has also been incredibly good for my ego. The coffee bar guys have nicknamed me "Buffy" (and not because of my Sarah Michelle incident), and to the kitchen boys I'm "Rambito" or "Little Rambo." For a gay boy with self-image, Adonis complex-esq issues, this consistent positive feedback that I look built and beefy has been revelatory!

On the whole, I don't think I have ever worked with such a good group of people. People who take pride in their work, who seldom bitch, complain or mess up, who are honest and trustworthy and hardworking, and yet, in my opinion, so undervalued and so under appreciated.

If it weren't for Vic, Nat, Kristen, Miguel, Manuel, Paul, Damien, Julio, Jaclyn, Liv, Mia, Mike P., Leah, Martin, Lilas, Shortie (and everyone else) the last few months would have been truly impossible!!!