He said it would happen but I didn’t believe it. I’m training for the restaurant my wife and I are opening. I spent two weeks learning the front of house and am now doing two weeks in the kitchen. I’ve discovered a restaurant is the anti-mullet; party in the front, business in the back. It’s a lot of work. Anyway, my trainer joked I’d be dreaming about this stuff, and I laughed, but last night it finally happened. I dreamed I was making a Chicken Caesar Wrap, but I couldn’t remember the ingredients.
So, for obvious reasons, I haven’t written anything at all, except that lame mullet joke. I don’t even have time to get the last word in with my sisters. Well, it will have to do. I’ll try again when I figure out that damn wrap.
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Maybe you and your sisters need a separate blog? You could call it ‘Get the Last Word’, or ‘Sh$tmysisterssay’. Wait…they are not going to come looking for me are they?
Tell them I know karate, well, that is not quite true, I watched a lot of karate.
But Tae-Bo, yes that I know!
Dirk,
Your blog is the perfect break for me a work. I love your writing. xo
As for this posting…your anti-mullet reference is bang on. I worked in the restaurant/customer service biz for quite a long time, and I still have the occasional restaurant anxiety dream. I guess I just wanted to tell you that I get what you’re sayin. Although there may not be a cure for these dreams, know that you are not alone. This is a common condition in the customer service industry.