The weather’s finally gotten sunny here in lovely rural BG, I’ve been jogging a couple times (one more time tomorrow, and I’ll hit my three-times-this-week-goal), the three-days-of-eating fest is over and I’m back to omelettes (oh, thank goodness), had dinner last night with my parents and my brother at Portland City Grill for my soon-arriving-birthday (quarter century, baby), and now it’s off for some holiday gift-card spending.
All said, I’ll be happy to get back home on Wednesday and get back into my old routine. This has been the perfect sort of break for me: I needed to gear myself up for a really busy year, and I think the events of the week have been a great motivator.
My favorite bit of dialogue at last night’s dinner. My family owns a pizza franchise where everybody works, and the dialogue went something like this:
Dad: I know, I treat them like crap. They drive me nuts.
Brother: You should. They deserve it. They’re such losers.
Me: How can you treat your employees like that? No wonder you have trouble getting good people.
Brother: Oh, we’re not talking about the employees. We’re talking about the customers.
I love my family.
