A most excellent today. At work all the girls look fresh in their new uniforms and all the things that needed to be fixed got fixed (and stayed fixed) and nothing new broke down.
As a small work aside, I have to tell you that I love Fridays. Pete is my head chef and he has a job I do not want. He keeps his costs down, a steely eye on the vendors not to mention corralling his passel of unruly line cooks. He does it all with a grace and wit that is unrivalled. He goes through his work-a-day week with calm and determination... then comes Friday. Friday he gets to devise a chef's special. I'm looking here for something not on the menu that shows a bit of flair while remaining true to who we are. The child lets his freak flag fly every Friday. Whatever cacophony rolls around in his death metal head all week jumps out onto the plate and is seldom less than genius. Some Fridays he shows up giggling cuz he has made a pre-work trip to Picone's for some outlandish ingredient. Some Fridays it's the middle of the afternoon before his eyebrows shoot up and he starts to smirk : that's when I know he's decided. A naturally self-effacing guy, he looks ready to burst with pride when he finally rolls out whatever singular piece of culinary wow he's concocted. I love Fridays cuz I get to watch someone LOVE their job. It's cool :)
In other breaking news... my countdown clock was wrong !! I had my desktop calendar set a full month ahead (today said MAY 15th)... so the other day when I thought I had 100 days left I really had 130. It seemed odd at the time but my lack of native curiosity coupled with my heinous math skills... well you know. Anyhoo... I think I'm trying to say *phew*
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