Yesterday I left for work about 30 minutes early (I had planned on showering and set my alarm so I could, then forgot I was going to shower BEFORE work, since I normally shower at night AFTER work, so I got up and got ready and left...then realized halfway there that I had half an hour to waste...) so I sat in my car (you'd think I could go in and start working half an hour early, but they weren't there to unlock the restaurant until 1, when I was scheduled, so I was stuck waiting in the snow outside or in my car) and talked on the phone. I called Raissa and she told me some great news...kinda. She got a job working for the BC Government, which is great. But that means she has to move to BC (for those of you who went to school in the States and don't know where British Columbia is, it's WAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF CANADA! Like, right below Alaska...if you don't know where that is, look at a map...but not a map that shows Alaska down by Hawaii, because that's not really where it is.) So, I'm happy for Raissa, but, really, she didn't consult me before taking this job, and that's a little upsetting. Not that I really see her that often (like, once in the past 3 years maybe...) but I always had the option to go see her if I wanted to. Now I don't. Unless I want to fly out to BC and get used to the time difference and then fly back and get used to the time difference all over again. Apparently she didn't really think this through before taking the job. Anyway, I'm happy she got a cool job, and it is only until the end of July...I guess I can forgive her for making a life-altering decision without considering how it would change my life this once, as long as it doesn't happen too often...

Working from Home and Being Reviewed

You know how when you get home from work the last thing you want to do is whatever you do at work? Like, I know very few doctors who go home and perform surgery on their families for fun (the ones I know who do that I stay away from...). The students I know don't go home and think...and Esther doesn't patent stuff after work just because she can. So, why did I wake up this morning and make brownies? I don't even want them. I was perfectly happy with the yogurt I had for breakfast (although, really, you can't beat brownies right out of the oven and diet coke for breakfast...it's the breakfast of champions). The really sad thing is that I burned them...You'd think that after 800 hours a week of making various desserts (brownies included), I could make them without burning them. But, no. Not when I have such great distractions like coffee and the internet. I guess that's why Henry won't let us drink coffee at work (that works well, too...we all pay attention to that rule) or bring our computers into the kitchen.

I understand Henry's rules. I even agree with them. If I had my computer in the kitchen I'd never get anything done (but think about all the blogging I could do...). I'd probably burn all the chocolate strudel and turn the anglaise into scrambled eggs. Then, when Janis Okun came in on Thursday night and ordered my chocolate strudel and creme brulee and chocolate fettucini with anglaise sauce and vanilla ice cream with caramel sauce, she wouldn't have been able to eat any of them, and I wouldn't get a good review at all next Friday. Since Henry's there to make rules, though, there's a good chance I'll get a good review. So, everyone look in the Gusto next Friday. If it's good, I made the desserts :) If not, they should fire the pastry chef...

My Return to Blogging

I just came up with a New Years Resolution. I know it's a little late, but since the resolution isn't to be prompt I'm OK...it's to update my blog more often. Now, seeing as how I haven't done that in, like, 2 weeks, I could write every 13 days and still be OK, but I'm going for once every day or so.

So, a couple of days ago I was driving down Sheridan towards Transit and was about at Youngs when I passed the Main and Transit Fire Department. At first I was a little worried, honestly. I mean, I was pretty sure I knew where I was, but I don't really pay attention when I drive, especially if there's good music on and I was listening to my Simple Plan cd, so I thought it was possible I had somehow ended up at Main and Transit and had no idea how. I didn't want to be at Main and Transit, so this would have been bad, but then I realized I wasn't really at ANY intersection, let alone a big one like Main and Transit. I wasn't even anywhere near Main and Transit. Now, I grew up hearing about how much money Williamsville had, and how their schools would always have better uniforms and equipment (sports wise) than mine (but, really, who didn't?). Why don't they take some of that uniform money and put it into a firehouse relocation fund? Or, better yet, a location/name planning fund, so they could have named the firehouse the "Sheridan and almost Youngs Fire Department," or they could have gone with the simple name and been the "Sheridan Fire Department." It would have been much better for people like me, who don't really pay attention to where they're going when they drive...