on a scale of one to ten, ten being the most unusual, how weird is it to show up to work on a steamy summer night in brooklyn only to be told your parking spot is now reserved for the penguin guard?
i gave it about a six.
i mean, it is important that the forty or so penguins residing in the walk-in refrigerator be well protected with their own security detail from vandals and other such types who might wish to cause them harm or distress.
i can't begrudge them that.
it also helps that the past few months have been so insanely busy that i have become so much more easy-going than i ever thought was possible. i think it suits me well.
i've found life is easier for me if i roll with changes instead of attempting to enforce my rigid plans to achieve a desired outcome.
now, don't get me wrong, i think i might have a mental breakdown if i couldn't make lists anymore. but letting smaller things go, in general, has been quite exhilirating. it's almost like giving myself a reprieve from having to be "on" all the time.
and right now, things couldn't be better for me. b and i bought our first house in the burbs, i got a promotion at work and now get to be the head chef of my own events, and i have a beautiful and healthy daughter who is about to turn two years old.
so really, mr. penguin guard, you enjoy that conviently close-to-the-building parking spot and i'll walk a few extra feet. i really don't want to have anything to do with weird birds who don't fly and need to be refrigerated.