No longer jobless *sob* and a year older
I got the job at the bank (the second time) and quit the job at the bank around the beginning of December. Now I'm working again. I'm assisting the bookeeper at Inlet Seafood--the dock and restaurant (of wedding fame) that is partially owned by my father. As many of you know, Daniel has been working at the restaurant for a while now and is dating the chef (not of wedding fame, as that was a balding forty-something male). So this feels sort of like joining a family business. At least I already know a lot of the gossip *grin* Bookeeping seems like a step up, though not necessarily a step in the right direction. I like numbers and making them form neat, organized patterns. And if they fail to play nicely, I am irratated and will spend the necessary time pouring over paperwork to figure out why. So the part of my brain that puts packs of cards back in order by number and suite is happy. Plus I don't have customers. YAY!!!!! Right now I'm only working about twenty hours a week, but who knows as this is still my first week.
Like a certain little evil black bunny with attitude, I am twenty-seven. That just seems old. Incorrectly old. Really freakin' old. I think I might start aging backwards now. I had an awesome birthday though. Scott got up early and make me homemade English muffins (Alton Brown, I thank you). They were wonderful. Then, while I was at work, Scott and Jen (Daniel's gf) prepared this fabulous Italian feast. We're talking four courses--a gorgeous antipasta, salad with stuffed fig (dad "this is the best salad I've even eatten), homemade ravioli with a tomato and caper sauce, and stuffed chicken breast with pesto. Plus Jason made me a cake (my Oma didn't want to compete, so we're having my offical birthday cake tomorrow). It was great. I feel so spoiled. I don't know if Daniel is allowed to break up anymore. Having a chef in the family is just too exciting. Granted Scott could have made any of the dishes on his own, but with the two of them working together I got all fourd. I am that greedy, yes. I hope Brian's birthday was equally flavorful!
Like a certain little evil black bunny with attitude, I am twenty-seven. That just seems old. Incorrectly old. Really freakin' old. I think I might start aging backwards now. I had an awesome birthday though. Scott got up early and make me homemade English muffins (Alton Brown, I thank you). They were wonderful. Then, while I was at work, Scott and Jen (Daniel's gf) prepared this fabulous Italian feast. We're talking four courses--a gorgeous antipasta, salad with stuffed fig (dad "this is the best salad I've even eatten), homemade ravioli with a tomato and caper sauce, and stuffed chicken breast with pesto. Plus Jason made me a cake (my Oma didn't want to compete, so we're having my offical birthday cake tomorrow). It was great. I feel so spoiled. I don't know if Daniel is allowed to break up anymore. Having a chef in the family is just too exciting. Granted Scott could have made any of the dishes on his own, but with the two of them working together I got all fourd. I am that greedy, yes. I hope Brian's birthday was equally flavorful!