Hella Kitchen

There is a chef at work who is bat-shit crazy. C-R-A-Z-Y. He's also basically in charge of everyone else, to boot. So there was a NEW chef hired, his first day being today. I can tell that crazy chef is already trying to take new chef under his wing. They were behind the counter of my pizza establishment, talking. Crazy Chef was pointing to cooks, telling New Chef who was lazy, talkin' shit, giving him really bizarre advice. Crazy Chef eventually trots away and New Chef kind of hovers there. Finally he says (note: he has not yet been introduced to me): "You know the difference between a chef's coat, and a straitjacket? A few more inches on the sleeves and a couple of buttons," and he walks into the kitchen. Something tells me he's gonna fit in just fine.

So I'm off to Italy/Switzerland on Thursday to walking-tour with my family and boyfriend. I would like to note that this is not (emphasis: not) a common occurance in my family. My mom introduced the idea to me by saying "There will be no money when I die, but we're going to do this." My boyfriend and I will be celebrating our three-year anniversary while on the trip. I constantly mention how this will likely be the nicest anniversary we ever celebrate, ever. Somehow this makes him grumpy.

Be back in a couple of weeks!