oranges soaked in cherry and sangria

Working, working, working. I'm pulling some long days so I can take Friday off. The newbies are almost ready to be kicked out of the nest. Most of the people I've worked with are ready. There's only one I've had who isn't quite getting it. She's too hesitant. It's that scared rabbit look and demeanor she has that instantly makes me hostile. She's too afraid of everything. You can't be or do that, it just doesn't work. Not at this job, not any job, not in life. If you're too afraid and too weak willed to make a decision of some kind, the world is going to chew you up and squish you.

It's not so bad out there, with a breeze blowing. Everything southeast is flooding and messy. I heard Houston had at least eight inches of rain in twenty four hours.

The grocery store was stupid crowded. But now I have toothpaste, potatoes, tortillas, bacon, cheese, steak, and other tasty things. We've decided we won't be going to Kerbey Lane as much in the future after a disasterous meal this weekend. If we send the home fries back as undercooked and raw, don't tell us "that's how we cook them." Raw potato chunks are not in any way cooked and they are not fun to eat. Sigh. So I guess more Magnolia in the future. Or just no eating potato at Kerbey.