Your Happy is Not My Happy

Being passive-aggressive often takes some creativity, so let’s not look at it as a negative trait, but as an envied trait.

If someone treats you in an unprofessional manner, perhaps it’s because you acted in an unprofessional manner.

I ran some chardonnay through the soda stream a few days ago.  Schuylerville Champagne, we fancy.

I was a Baltimore Orioles fan until 1975.  I loved Brooks Robinson, arguably one of the greatest defensive 3rd basemen to ever play the game.  Towards the end of his career his skills as a hitter diminished and he was often a liability in the lineup.  It was at that time as a fan I was cognizant of what happens to someone who hangs on too long.

Knowing when it’s over, and it’s time to quit is sometimes a rare quality.  You don’t want to be remembered as a sorry representation of what you had been in the past.

My anxiety has been through the roof lately, I really need to find a good therapist, unlike my last one who nodded off more than once during sessions. The problem is that one of my anxieties is a real fear of calling people on the phone.  I don’t think it’s a phobia, but it does create a real nervousness when I need to make a call.  I avoid it as best as I can, using email, text, and other forms of written communication.  There are times however that even returning a text or an email causes anxiety.  I’d make a great hermit.

I love hermit cookies.

“Have a good one” always causes me to ask inside my head “have a good one what?”

Last week I had my first problem customer.  She sat at the chef’s counter and immediately declared that she hated cumin.  In my head I asked, “then why the fuck did you come to a restaurant that specializes in North African and Eastern Mediterranean cuisine?”  Out loud I said, “let’s see what we can do.”  As it turned out, there was nothing I could do.

Amuse is not for everyone, and that’s ok with me. No place is for everyone, and those places that try to accommodate everyone are destined to fail.  We are carving out our niche and developing a great clientele that appreciates what we do and can differentiate between well-thought out food and the same old same old.

Edibles as it turns out aren’t for me.

Pricey.  It means different things to different people.  It’s a term that only has meaning to the person using it.

Memories of your own history are generally skewed.

I’ve long known Bourbon to be a good friend, but he does talk behind my back and takes any opportunity to make me feel guilty about our relationship.  He may not be such a good friend after all.

Some people appear simply miserable, and it doesn’t seem to matter where they are.  Perhaps it’s just that we don’t get to see some people in their safe and happy places.  We judge them in places where they do not function at their best.

I have never seen anyone talk until they’re blue in the face.

I’m not them, nor should I be.

If you drive a 2009 Honda Civic with a spoiler and oversized rims, is it a requirement that you drive with your hood up in order to substantially decrease your peripheral vision?

People sometimes look at someone’s situation as unsatisfactory and give advice on how it can be fixed.  What they do not understand is that the someone they are advising is completely happy with the way things are.

Are there better values than free information kits?

The prize money for winning on Family Feud is $20,000 which is automatically divided 5 ways and paid out 90 days after the show airs.  Yes, taxes are taken out, and yes, families pay for their own travel. The prize money has not been increased since 2001.

Run with scissors.

Some kitties are real kitties.

I miss red pistachios.

What’s your busy?  Anything worthwhile?

Doggies in strollers.  Jajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajajaja.

When A-listers eventually end up on the C-list.

You should all know that I’m fully aware that I am far from perfect.   I’m full of faults, difficult to live with, and can be cranky when mixed into the general public.  I also know that there are people who don’t like me and I’m ok with that.

A safe place for me is in the kitchen, and behind my chef’s counter serving great food and talking to people who appreciate it.  I feel good there, and I’m at my best there.  If you really want to know me, that’s the place to do it.  You’ll find me good-natured, friendly, and likely quite entertaining and willing to share my thoughts on almost anything.

Just don’t mention a dislike for cumin.

Not all kitchens are happy.

If you see me at Price Chopper, ignore me, I’m likely in an irritated state.

Peace.

Hope to see you all in each other’s happy environment.

2 thoughts on “Your Happy is Not My Happy

  1. Hermits are the best cookies – though hard to find the box of bars. One of these nights I have to come to Saratoga and try some of that cumin cuisine….
    I answer the telephone all day at work, and at home I usually do not.

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  2. I hate cumin too. I buy it whole in bags and grind it myself. On the anxiety front, I feel for you. Ever since Thanksgiving when the anosmia returned after an absence of 4 years it has been a daily thing.

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