Friday, August 17, 2012
Meat-heads, Moans, and Meatballs
I am mystified watching young people at work fall apart before my eyes. August is always the most difficult month of the season to navigate and they are not handling things well. I think it's just too much partying after work with friends. Then, when morning comes and it's time to go to work they bitch and moan about being too tired.
Too hung-over is more likely the case. Hey, if I can work 8 to 10 hours daily, they can too. I have (and show) no sympathy for them.
Met repairmen at the restaurant at 7:30 this morning and I just arrived home at 5 tonight. I am tired, but plan to make homemade meatballs - just because I think I need the therapy. If that makes any sense.
While prep is quick they take about 3 hours to cook, so they will not be for supper tonight. No idea what I will have, but there's always something in the refrigerator, and I'll have plenty of time after making the balls and having a cocktail to figure it out.
Two weeks - three days til Labor Day and the formal end of the season. And yes, I am counting.
And so it goes.