Where the Eagles Fly, On a Mountain High

Finally a day off. P's gone out of town and I've been writing about how all my cooking mojo has gone away because of that. But I think it could also be my rejection of this working lifes style. Look I don't mind work at all, in fact I love to be busy. I get that from both my parents. But if I'm gonna do something especially now at this time in history, it just seems SO much of a waste of time to do menial unimportant work. I need to make money, have health insurance and contribute to a 401K that I don't believe for one minute will be there when I retire by the way. But the fact doesn't change that I know in my heart what I get up and do everyday is stupid and meaningless. And I fear little by little this tears down your real spirit.

But when I have a day off it's like my whole being wakes up again and a renewed energy erupts with passions and interests, always ready to bloom again like the morning glories. And on these days I don't lose hope that I can find a place to earn a living and where work isn't a four letter word.

Chipotle chicken-lime tortilla soup is on today's menu! With homemade chicken stock, corn tortillas, lots of big pieces of chicken, kick-ass spicy broth and lots of vegetables and herbs, like corn, celery, onion, potatoes, carrots, lemons, cilantro, oregano. Then topped with crisp radishes,green onion, maybe a dollop of sour cream and crushed tortilla chips.

I know I didn't come all the way from podunk Indiana to New York just to put on an ugly yellow t-shirt and bitch everyday, although its easier than figuring a better path.

Mainly through my life I've figured a way out of work ruts. In Fort Wayne Indiana walking out of my dispensing optician shift at Lake Ave Optical with my ill-fitting nurses whites and into my yellow TR7 that looked great but barely ran and on the verge of my 21st birthday, I realized I needed to get out of town and made a commitment right then and there to make it happen. It didn't happen right away, but soon enough. I also recall after working for Virgin for several years we had a turnaround of CEO's and it seemed like our head office was whacked out, desperately trying new things. We had a conference where we had a spiritual advisor or some lame ass hippy title. She was obviously shtupping one of the tea bags. And had probably sold this whole scam of an idea to them over apple vodka martinis at the Standard Hotel bar where her sun-damaged skin and leather flip-flops must have held a droplet of hope for the aging brit. They flew us all to L.A. to sit in a circle and share our feelings in one of her god-awful meetings. She said the company was 'toxic'. I think we even had to take our shoes off, lights were lowered and there were candles. We were tasked to give brutal truths to one another. And my boss and confidant that thought he was Gram Parsons, said to me 'A, I wish you would bring us refreshingly good ideas again...like you used to'. It killed me. Vince Syzdlowski was crying..out loud, it was horrible. I was so exhausted by trying to dance for those a-holes and nothing was good enough anymore. All our budgets were cut and we were supposed to bring 'even better' ideas each week that cost nothing. I remember his words playing over and over in my head for weeks. After that, I knew it was over for me. Unfortunately or luckily, my position was eliminated and I was let go.
Sometimes you make change and sometimes it happens to you.
So the moral of my story is Please get me the hell out of this job and into something cool!!! p.s. and P too!