EL picked me up for lunch today. We went to Montague's. It was one of the first places we went together when we first met. The big antique purple chairs we love to sit in were taken when we arrived, so we ate on the couch. It was nice. I had a garden salad, turkey and broccoli quiche, and hot apple cider... I really like the plum wine vinaigrette they have. EL says it's best on fresh strawberries, but I'll have to wait to try that some other time. Her turkey and avocado croissant sandwich looked great too, but not as yummy as the pumpkin tomato soup she had with it. I tried that once before... really, really good soup. I am convinced that pumpkin flavor and/or pumpkin spice is a mystery ingredient in most of the items I presume are prepared with crack cocaine. Jason and I used to eat these unbelievably addictive quesadillas at The Baker's Crust in Ghent. We must have devoured hundreds of them before we uncovered the secret... pumpkin spice. Pumpkin spice = Crack sauce. She needed to run some errands for work after lunch, so I went with her. We went on a wild goose chase and ended up discovering the address she was given was incorrect and she needed to go back toward her office. She dropped me off at work and I returned to bad news. It looks like there are more lay-offs coming down the pipe. Obviously, everything is just rumored at present, but that's how it always starts. Personally, I wouldn't be concerned if it were not for all the unsolicited email from co-workers telling me it's not a good time to be out of the office. "Out of sight, out of mind." Fuck that. I work hard for this company and I have a good work ethic. I never take lump vacation because I feel guilty about being away so long... like I'm going to miss something important or not be available to someone that needs me. Instead, I take a day or two here and a day or two there... spread out over the course of the year. I deserve that time off... I deserve this time off. It turns out that most days I'm off, I go to work anyway... or at least end up assisting someone from work on something work related. I am not going to worry about it. I love my job and I like the people I work with (and for), but I know that what I would perceive as my misfortune would truly be their loss...
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