My New Boss's reputation as the Nicest Man in the World is no joke. He is just a love (don't read anything into that, Marj). My induction involved a Grand Tour of the nursery, and then out for lunch, where we discussed things of Great Importance over a salmon and cream cheese bagel (or kranskys with spuds, depending on whose plate you were attending). There's actually two bosses, and I'm having trouble deciding who is the nicer. They're both so bloody decent, it kind of freaks me out.
Tough gig.
Not.
Well, the job's actually pretty challenging, but nothing that a crash course in Microsoft Access won't fix.
Anybody? sigh.... I didn't think so.
Meanwhile, the current fiscal crunch (I do wish someone would pay me between jobs, that would be good) has rekindled my interest in breadmaking.
Y'know, I really hate shitty bread. But excellent bread is so expensive that I was obliged to take matters into my own hands.
I'm a bit rusty. I so wanted it to look like Wild Yeast's bread. But it totally doesn't. It has that peanut on steroids thing going on.
It does, however, taste excellent, so I just ate it (all) with my eyes shut.
In Garden News, I scored just one perfect sunflower this season.
I'm absurdly happy about it.
