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slipjig3My ever-growing list of Things I'm Dying to Cover in Chocolate (not counting, say, Breaking the Waves-era Emily Watson) used to consist of two (2) items: wasabi peas and Nerds. Today, I add pine nuts to that exalted list. (I popped three or four pignoli in my mouth along with a Hershey's Kiss, and, well, yes.)
Conversation with the manager today revolved, in part, around the new state of affairs vis รก vis days-off requests and surplus time in the coming year. Her message: don't make plans. To do anything. Ever again. You won't be able to get the time off you need. Ever ever ever. Um, new job, please?
I enjoy Stephen Lynch more than I really should. Clearly going to Hell. Which I kind of knew anyway, but at least now I can make lodging reservations and all that.
Conversation with the manager today revolved, in part, around the new state of affairs vis รก vis days-off requests and surplus time in the coming year. Her message: don't make plans. To do anything. Ever again. You won't be able to get the time off you need. Ever ever ever. Um, new job, please?
I enjoy Stephen Lynch more than I really should. Clearly going to Hell. Which I kind of knew anyway, but at least now I can make lodging reservations and all that.
