I spent part of my day today, driving around, seeing what the rental situation is in my area. I've got less that two months to decide if I want to stay in my present abode. It's not a bad place, but I think I can do better for the money.
While driving, I happened to drive through the neighborhood where my ex-Kitchen Manager lives. I hadn't been there before, was just following For Rent signs. Turning a corner I caught sight of his truck, and a second later, he was raising his garage door.
Should I honk? Should I pull over? I wanted to stop and talk, but I had things to do (lame excuse). Thing is, I didn't know what to say. I left the job at 3 in the morning and didn't say good-bye to anyone. He knows the reasons I left, and we've chatted a few times on the phone when he called in an order for smallwares or for service. The last time we talked he said, "It's a shame you left, we could have accomplished a lot."
He was a good Kitchen Manager and we worked well together. I just couldn't work there anymore. And I'm sure he understands. But, still.
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I just wanted to poop byto thank you for coming by my spot. I linked you up :) Let's not be strangers.
Weird to see those former folks in our lives. Sometimes it is best to keep driving.
U.W., I've been giggling to your writing for awhile.
RG, nice to hear from you, as always. Seeing old work-mates, where one left in mysterious circumstances, is awkward. I ran into one of my ex-servers at Wally-world. HER, I tried to pump for info, but my Kitchen Manager, I didn't have the words.
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