Have I lost my touch?

I pride myself in being a decent cook. Not gourmet or anything, just decent home cooking. I'm pretty good at taking raw ingredients and making up dinner with them, and I'm decent with baking too. Although, I think I might be losing my touch...

For Joe's birthday we had people over on Friday. We grilled out, and usually I'm really good at grilling, my burgers juicy and whatnot, but must have been the sheer quantity of burgers I had going, or the dozen other tasks I was tending to at the time, but most of them were too well done. The poor hotdogs were charred to a crisp. Joe also has this dessert request. A 'cherry dessert' his grandmother always makes at family events. I get the recipe and give it a whirl the night before. A graham cracker crust, cheesecake-like center, nuts, and homemade whipped cream topping with cherry pie filling to top everything off. My crust was too crumbly, and altogether it just wasn't the same as his grandmothers. Disappointing.

Last night I made Fideo (mexican spaghetti). The last time I made it Joe had seconds and thirds. He doesn't usually eat this well, cause I try to make healthy dinners when I cook. Salads and grilled chicken and stuff. He eats what I put in front of him, but complains he's hungry an hour or two later and end up eating some Ramen noodles or something before bed. Last night the Fideo didn't go over as well.

I'm starting to get worried my cooking talent has left me.
Screw you Cherry Dessert.
I will conquer you.

I got it bad...

...poor English and all.

You know those days where no matter how many people come into your office to chat or say hello, and although you are surrounded by people most of the day you just feel really lonely?

I've had that the past few days.

Joe's been kinda distant, his birthday was Monday, and once you hit a certain age you stop getting excited when your birthday rolls around. He's depressed, hasn't talked much. Jen's been training a guy on sheet metal for the past few days, and hasn't been at her desk. She's had to work through lunches and late every night to actually do the sheet metal work, since not much gets accomplished during training. We usually email back and forth almost like instant messaging. It makes the work day more pleasant, but she can't this week. So I just sit here and work. I've been listening to a book on tape while I type. But it almost makes things even more lonely. Like you are a bystander in someone else's life.

I miss Jen, she keeps me sane.
Keeps me truckin, cause being an adult and working 8 hours a day really gets monotonous.
Monotony is the number one killer of people my age. (I just made that up)

I've got it bad.

Job

A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do. - My man Bobby Dylan

I don't want to be at work.
Jen and I could probably go on and on complaining about work.
But I'll summarize.

The Definition of irony:
The fact that I work for an HVAC company and our A/C isn't working.
Its going to be 115° today. Not funny.

The Definition of insanity:
Doing the same thing over and over, and expecting a different result.
When someone puts in notice here they do not quickly rehire and train someone new, they wait until the day the person is leaving and throws their duties on someone else, making everyone's life more difficult.

You know its a bad day when your occasional bad day afternoon treat is consumed by 9:15.


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