It took a solid week to get back to my regular sleeping schedule. As someone who has a strict morning routine it’s been a little chaotic. Workouts deleted, walks shortened and breakfasts skipped. I came home to a few sizable caterings as soon as I unloaded that kept me on my toes. I’m not complaining I’m very grateful.

Spent an hour chatting with another woman this morning or I guess I should say a ChatGPT for the first time. I haven’t quite caught the bug yet but I can see the allure.

It’s calming to have someone listen to you ramble and ask questions you may feel to embarrassed to ask a REAL person. Regardless of subject. It’s interesting. I think many of us are programmed to not trust AI when it speaks because of the assumptions brought on by Hollywood and big muscled robots. I’m starting to believe that it will be the use of AI that will raise our consciousness to a higher level. But I’m also one of those weirdos that think that heaven and hell is real but it resides right here *pokes temple. All the big heavy leather bounded books talk about it we just focus on the characters too much and not the meaning. It took me years to shake off those little comic book pamphlets they left on Sunday school craft tables that let a nine year old kid he’d be poked with pitchforks by fiery red demons if he said the wrong word or did the wrong deed. Scare tactics have always caused me to wonder what such a thing could really accomplish. I’m not knocking your beliefs. Just how some of you wear it.

Where was I?

I’m sort of off Facebook but still on it because I like to share these. You could say it’s part of a ritual process. I scrolled for about 2 minutes yesterday and could feel my energy getting sucked away. IG is close to being the same. The lack of empathy online is disappointing. I’m close to buying a flip phone.

Spent my morning listening to cellos on my headphones. I rather enjoy the long drawn hum of that rosined bow. Man how I wish I could play. Or a violin.

I’m grateful for walks in my neighborhood. Aside from all the snoot and pomp north main is beautiful.

It’s fun when you’re walking and a Google review notification pops up. Three stars isn’t the norm. I haven’t opened it up and I won’t. My wife will deal with it she knows I let these get to me so I don’t read them. If it’s legit we will discuss and respond. Oftentimes it’s an fun online critic who likes to have their voice heard. No one ever communicates openly in person. You’ll get much more from me contacting me directly. Sometimes we drop the ball. It’d never intentional. There’s a reason why flotation devices were created. Not all can walk on water. I stopped listening to sport talk shows on radio and tv because it always irritated me how people responded to QBs throwing interceptions, receivers dropping that big catch or the db getting burned. We sit on our sofas or in the stands screaming at them. Judging their performance. We wouldn’t make it past kickoff before we were layed out or injured. I get that way in the service industry. 30 years I’ve been in this field. If it were a school or dissertation I’d have a few doctorates. I’m not tooting my horn but if you haven’t cooked in a high volume kitchen or made an 8 course meal for a 200 person brunch you don’t get it. I would destroy you in any cooking competition, fare, level cuisine in your own home. I don’t give a shit if you been smoking the same shit dry pork butts for 30 years in your family heirloom smoker I’ll run circles around you. If you have a kitchen stocked with groceries I’ll come in and make a meal that will cause your significant other to slap you for being a shitty cook. It’s like the guys who play cornbread basketball and think they can take on a 45 year old retired pro baller.

It’s not even close. I’m not putting myself on a pedestal I’m saying to you what any person in their lifelong profession will want to tell you. You don’t come close. I’ve hired quite a few of you foodies who love to cook at home and I’ve causally pulled you off my line when you’re reduced to tears working on pantry which is the dang vacation station. One a got dam Tuesday.

Put a jersey (chef coat) on and show me what you got Chef Boy R Dick.

Rant over.

Do you see why I don’t read reviews? It’s nothing personal but it absolutely is

Anyway

I would give a fingernail to be sitting back in Utah right now with a delicious hot chai and cool breeze. I’ll be seeking my Mecca until it suits me.

Peace

Never did title this thing..