What a quarter.

Hello October! I didn’t see you coming!  Hope you’re not planning on beating the crud out of me like September did.  Oh, you’re buddies?  um…

Work’s still not going well. I think my manager might be in trouble for breaking me, but the fact is, I am broken. I’m done being a team lead in this chain of command.  I’m going to start working with Becky to see what we can do about relocating. Not in a rush, but I think it’s time to move on to someplace a little more permanent, and find an employer with a little more sanity, or at least a different set of dysfunctions.

We’ll see. It’s not entirely outside the realm of possibility for things to be fixed at work, but if I start working on fixing things for myself now, I’ll relax a little at work. 

I’m tired of getting home angry and exhausted, and wanting to drink away the stress.

Making Chicken Tequila Fetuccine tonight, if I can prop myself up to do so.  This’ll make two badass meals I’ve made this week, if I do so.  The Harissa-crusted tri-tip was awesome and easy.  Yay cooking!

(crossposted from The Dream Library)

Cooking is an ecstacy all its own.

A well-made dish makes everything better. CPK’s Chicken Tequila Fetuccine is delightful.

Also, cooking with booze always reminds me of The Rum Cake Recipe.

(crossposted from The Dream Library)