kerewin's whine cellar

I'm Gonna Get On This

Right after I have my morning tea. Or maybe after work. I mean, after the Daily Show. Right. Any day now.

Because It Is True

That's got to feel good. It's like being blacklisted by Larry the Cable Guy for not being funny.

Interesting Haircut

One of the local papers did a story on the coffee shop I go to on a daily basis. Yes, I still go even though I am caffeine-free until Easter, I just get an herbal tea instead of my usual triple americano. I just happened to be there the day the photographer was taking pictures and ended up in one. He wrote my name down and I promptly forgot all about it.

This morning while in a meeting my phone rang, since it might have been a work emergency I answered it, "Did you know you were going to be in the PAPER????" my aunt asked. Oops. I forgot. So when I got home from work I checked online.

I am ever so glad they spelled my name correctly, the only problem being THAT ISN'T ME! Unless I got a hair cut and a sex change and didn't know it. Sure hope they have a different picture in the regular paper, or maybe my aunt is going blind.

Cold

One person in our group of 24 came down with the flu the day we flew into California. By Monday, at least 7 others were sick, including myself. Tons of fun when you are in a supplier breakfast meeting at 8:30am and suddenly feel as if you are going to toss your breakfast.

I was going to leave you a set of links in lieu of a post, but I can't even wrap my head around any funny thought to google. Instead, I am going to bed. Maybe I will be able to think clearly after a nap.

Shitfire!

Guess which days will find me in Santa Barbara?

Render Unto Caesar

Lovely picture series courtesy of maccers:

Oh, the pre-shift meeting. I remember it well. My only argument with the title of the series is that "Back of the House" means all the staff who work in the back that you don't see. The kitchen staff, or BOH include the chef, lead line, cooks, prep guys, and dishwashers. Waiters, bussers, and managers fall strictly into FOH.

Still that is a pretty petty argument. I love 2-5, 15 (That is one badass mother of a walk-in, you could eat off that floor. I bet they knew a photog was coming in and cleaned it up.), 20, 24 (pictured above), and lastly 25, the post-shift clean up. EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT. Wonder why I wasn't ever a chef?

The Social Security Problem

Today I was talking with a couple of guys who work in a restaurant and the chef started talking about avian flu.

"If this thing comes here, I can't see the problem. It will get all the old and the young people. Should take care of the Social Security problem. Everyone our age will have enough to retire on when the time comes."

Irony, How I Love Thee

Yesterday I passed one of those big ole pickup trucks. In the back window was a sticker that said, "Hang Up and Drive!" and had an obnoxious picture of a woman on the phone. Just out of curiousity, I looked at the driver as I went by. Sure enough, the crusty old man had a cell phone up to his ear and was yapping away.

Good times.

Foot Inserted

Last Fall my work team won a trip to Santa Barbara. Through bad timing we weren't able to schedule it until this coming up weekend. A couple other teams won as well and I was looking forward to letting loose with fellow salespeople and their managers. Imagine my surpise when one of those managers told me on Sunday (Oscar party) that upper management would be travelling along with us. It shouldn't be less interesting, but now we all have to act more "workerly" than we might otherwise have done.

So at this same Oscar Party I saw the President of the company standing kind of all by himself. Since I have only worked there a short year, he doesn't know me from Adam. I figured it was time to introduce myself (oh the power of two glasses of wine) and went up and did so. We started in on the small talk and through this I learned that he was headed for CA the next morning. So I pipe up, "Oh, and at the end of the week are you heading down South to Santa Barbara to be with all of us for the trip?"

He looked at me like I had three heads. "I don't know what you are talking about," he said.

"But So-and-so said that upper...." and I trailed off realizing that I probably just stepped into it. I was close to basically putting my foot down and saying, "But I heard you were going, so WHY aren't you going?" Dur.

So of course I had to recap my embarrassing story to a co-worker who just laughed at me and said, "As much as we don't want upper management to go, they don't want upper-upper management to go either."