how fragile we are

sometimes we forget: a coworker lost her father tonight. he was young, she was younger. all i could think about while making the shepherds pie was the thomas lynche book. her cry from the office when her sister told her over the phone was horrible.

i hope i can forget it in time.

them bones

quick recap:

my chef is out of commision, busted knee and bad heart.

my corp. chef (from whom i aquired this job) is out of work as of the beginning od this year.

doing everything, save the big orders and putting people in their place.

tired, but still waking up at 8. go figure.

we sit on front porches and swing life away

i'm at work, ninth day in a row, hopeing to meet up with my chef, but no go. i know he's been here, his razor and toothbrush are on the prep table (don't ask) but he's not picking up his phone, so whatever.

i'm going home. dealt with the facebook crap, am doing my best to slowly reconnect with people that i haven't seen in over 12 years.