Freakiness

The scuttlebutt at work is that our current psycho chef will be gone soon. A lot of hopes for a happier and healthier kitchen are being pegged on a new guy that few, if any, of us have met. According to Waiter, we might want to hold off popping the corks just yet.

The nice part about not having any ambition is that as long as he stays away from me (something he failed to do once and has not repeated the mistake since), I just keep scrubbing pots.