truth

“Unrequited love may be painful, but it is safely painful, because it does not involve inflicting damage on anyone but oneself, a private pain that is as bitter-sweet as it is self-induced. But as soon as love is reciprocated, one must be prepared to give up the passivity of simply being hurt to take on the responsibility of perpetrating hurt oneself.”

—	Essays In Love, Alain de Botton.

Yeah. Epiphany. Go figure.

goats go to....

JUST LOOK AT IT, CLAIRE. THE ROLLING HILLS, THE SUN-DAPPLED LEAVES, THE RUSTIC CHARM OF IT ALL. IT’S BEAUTIFUL. JUST BEAUTIFUL.

WHY ARE YOU IN SUCH A GOOD MOOD? ARE YOU DRINKING AGAIN?

NO, DOWNTON ABBEY STARTED BACK UP. GOD, IT’S BEEN A DESOLATE TV WASTELAND RECENTLY.

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argh.

i really, really, REALLY miss my dog right now.

honestly how do you not look at this dog and not go: g.o.d.

social connectivity

Went to large industry holiday party courtesy my ol' pal The Driver. It was good, and I was able to meet more people from the restaurant she works at (and also the one I tried to get the Stray to take a job at, and which I might still end up, should things hit the fan at the 'zino), and the other restaurants in the organization, enjoyed some lovely food, didn't drink, and ultimately came home feeling a little disoriented but pleased, I guess. Meanwhile, work is still a bit of a struggle, as we haven't filled the shoes of the Mighty A, and so the three of us are just powering through the week, each taking one day off alternating leaving 3 days where we are working with just 2 people on the line. It blows, because business is building - we are having busy weekends as a rule now, and the weeknights are picking up as well, and all without any of the gimmicky bullshit the owners wanted to try. Nope just kick ass awesome food, and relatively decent service.
Rumor is they will be putting security cameras in next week. Hilarious, as its way too late to get anything good on tape now. Ah well.
It's a bit much. Luckily, though, we (the kitchen) like each other a bunch (even my favorite pasta&cheesemaker/dishwasher and I are back on speaking terms - we still aren't quite as tight as we were before the Great Chocolate Spill, but it's good to be talking to him and laughing again), we seem to be losing some dead weight in the FOH, and the overtime is helpful right now, though I got a parking ticket yesterday which hurts. Boooooo.
I only drove 'cause I was late and needed to do errands, and dammit, I pay to park already in this town, so it bites when i get ticketed.
Anyway, don't mean to just whine, did have a plan for this post - about baking and such. About older posts, about how angry at myself I am for having failed at being trustworthy. However, I'm not quite there yet. Having a hard time snapping out of work-eat-sleep mode right now. Hopefully it's just my liver catching it's breath. Dunno. I thought by now I'd feel better, but I actually feel more drained.