I got the offer letter for my new job in the mail this morning. I had a verbal confirmation, but I was still nervous. It is better to see these things in writing sometimes, you know? And also on Friday, my boss (who will still be my boss, basically) and I worked out a fantastic win-win-win transition strategy that doesn’t make me, or anyone else involved, feel especially screwed. Which is a good thing.
I’ll tell you more about the new job if you want to know…which is to say, you can read about it or not; choose your own adventure.
But, first, I want to tell you about Celebration Breakfast. Last night, T made me a deal–if the letter came, and had the Right Number on it, he’d take me to breakfast at Lucile’s.
It came. The Right Number was right there on it. And so off to breakfast we went and oh my gawd I should find things to celebrate with breakfast more often. Lucile’s is a cajun/creole restaurant know for their breakfasts and I can certainly see why. I had Eggs Sardou–creamed spinach, Gulf shrimp, poached eggs and hollandaise. Served with grits or potatoes and a buttermilk biscuit.
I literally clenched my hands against my chest with the Sheer Joy.
[Okay, tangent time. I’m sitting outside on the patio writing this and the lady two units down is sitting out on her patio, dragging away on her cigarette, and coughing, and I can TOTALLY smell it and really, REALLY want to say something about how she is simultaneously ruining my mojo and giving me lung cancer, but i probably won’t because I am way to non confrontational for that. So I will just sit here and try not to breathe and stew about being a coward and send dagger sharp looks her way even though she cannot see me due to a large rose bush. Grrrrr…]
Anywhooo…back to the Sheer Joy. Creamy spinach, grits, lovely Colorado eggs. It was such a treat. Plus the coffee! Oh my. I had a cafe au lait and ached for a beniet the whole time but just couldn’t eat one because 1) They come 4 to an order and I would have been on my own…T doesn’t like them (seriously, I don’t know what’s wrong with him sometimes)…and I was stuffed to the gills after eating half of my plate and 2) it would have felt like a betrayal to Brain Twin (BT). BT was present at the scene of my last beniet binge in NOLA, the great City of Beniets, itself. We have a standing deal to go gorge ourselves on sugary fried dough again someday, and it seems proper to wait.
I will leave you with this crappy iPhone photo of my Eggs Sardou. Go to this place. You will not regret it. But if you go and you don’t take me with you–that you will regret.