Canaries Like Tequila.
Ok, first things first. Ernie is back on the doxy and is almost back to his former playful self. Those antibiotics take away the pain and stiffness every. single. time. He goes to his specialist next Monday. Wish us luck!
Second on the list...
...tomorrow is The Canary's THIRD BIRTHDAY. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT. Oh they grow up so fast. I'm taking my peeps (and Turkey Boy, he is our mascot after all) to Lolita for dinner and fresh squeezed margaritas (it's BYOT. Nice!). It will be a nice dinner - especially because no one despises anyone else at the table, thank the good lord.
Oy, do I have senioritis. I've been looking for jobs (no production! I will not do production - at least not for someone else), but not much luck so far. I'm still doing everything I need to do, but my heart is slowly backing out, sneaking slowly backward, quietly, sneakily out the kitchen door...so if, uh, anyone knows of a food related though non-production job in Philly, shoot me the deets, please. Please.
So anyway, woot woot Happy Birthday. I swear to you, I am totally incapable of celebrating accomplishments. Woot woot. Third birthday. All those things I feel I've failed at just keep popping up in my neurotic brain. It should be better by now! Things should be effing awesome by now. SFG has basically told me I am crazy, and I do feel crazy but not in the way he thinks I think I ought to feel. You know what I mean.
That is all!
Second on the list...
...tomorrow is The Canary's THIRD BIRTHDAY. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT. Oh they grow up so fast. I'm taking my peeps (and Turkey Boy, he is our mascot after all) to Lolita for dinner and fresh squeezed margaritas (it's BYOT. Nice!). It will be a nice dinner - especially because no one despises anyone else at the table, thank the good lord.
Oy, do I have senioritis. I've been looking for jobs (no production! I will not do production - at least not for someone else), but not much luck so far. I'm still doing everything I need to do, but my heart is slowly backing out, sneaking slowly backward, quietly, sneakily out the kitchen door...so if, uh, anyone knows of a food related though non-production job in Philly, shoot me the deets, please. Please.
So anyway, woot woot Happy Birthday. I swear to you, I am totally incapable of celebrating accomplishments. Woot woot. Third birthday. All those things I feel I've failed at just keep popping up in my neurotic brain. It should be better by now! Things should be effing awesome by now. SFG has basically told me I am crazy, and I do feel crazy but not in the way he thinks I think I ought to feel. You know what I mean.
That is all!
posted by Oy Vey at 6:20 PM
2 Comments:
I have two friends that own a bistro. It is my understanding that it takes 5 years until things are solid. If this is correct, and I think it is, you are still in the gelling stage. Shouldn't you be celebrating that you made it to three years? Don't most places crash and burn well before then? Give yourself a break- you really have a major accomplishment here. Celebrate your success!
Congrats!! That is a huge accomplishment. Think of how many businesses fail in the first year - you have survived! Believe me, I live near restaurants, and the vast majority are closed within a few months. I am so thoroughly impressed by you - sincerely. You do your college proud!
Also very glad to hear Ernie is doing better. I was worried about the littel guy.
Have fun at Lolita - you have completely earned it.
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