I have a bucket full of effs this week:

Eff off to HR, who cancelled a meeting with me and my senior staff to discuss a significant situation. They cancelled because it was raining and they didn't want to go out "in all that mess." And I didn't want to have the discussion via Zoom.

Eff off to the hotel, the entire chain of hotels, where we stayed for the days surrounding Auntie's funeral. There were multiple issues, but the one left unresolved is being charged for a night we didn't stay. The hotel is not responding, customer service has referred me back to the hotel property and has also stopped communicating with me. I'm disputing the charge with the credit card company and maybe they can get it fixed.

Eff off to a double whammy of sinus infection and mild flu. Today is the first day in more than a week that I've felt nearly normal.

Forn: I'm in a bread baking kind of mood. Punching down the dough is great therapy.

Was King PITA away on vacation or something? Can't imagine how else he wouldn't make the shit list.

EFF off to DH who has been in a MOOD the last couple of weeks. He's ADD and coupled with mild ongoing depression does not help and I'm understanding about it but I get fed up not having a partner sometimes who is engaged.  I love it when he's feeling good and he's great to be around (most of the time BTW) but good lord. He's into one of his obsessive bents too, likely working to forget about OSD who he found out from YSD is accepted to several colleges but he's not been informed of it at all - throwing him into a downward spiral again.

He also sprung on me he wants to take a trip to Europe this summer in a month when my sister is already visiting us and at the end of the month we already have a trip elsewhere in the US for a week. This would mean I would take most of the month of July off work - or at least have to work remotely, really remotely. And all that for me means PLANNING and permission.  He has most of July simply off from work each year - I don't, as I reminded him. He got all bent out of shape that I didn't want to go - nope, that's not what I'm saying DH.  What I'm saying is obviously you've been thinking about this already but not talking with me so this is the first time I'm hearing it and letting you know what *I* need to do to be able to go. Not even mentioning darling boy kitty who may or may not be still with us then. He said he'd "do some research into it" so I can plan (at least he conceded and backed off his pout-fest). But who knows how long that will be. Meanwhile I need to give my manager a heads up.  He thinks it's a long way away, but for my work it is NOT a long way away, I'm already planning my summer tasks.

Forn....I am getting a sushi lunch paid for by another company that I work with regularly AND we are getting Indian food delivery for dinner tonight - a rare treat. YSD is with us but meh, if she doesn't want it, go make yourself something bland.

Eff off to some work stuff that would be too difficult to talk about here. There are big changes coming, which could be really good long-term, but will drive me bonkers in the short term.

My forn right now is carbs and fruit, particularly bagels, applesauce, and grapes. Baby says eff off to chicken. DH microwaved some chicken fingers the other day and I nearly lost my lunch. I'm a little sad by this because chicken sandwiches were my jam two weeks ago. Not anymore... 

I've got 3:

1. Eff off to colleagues who offer to pick up a piece of work to help out and then don't actually do the work.  I normally really like one of the team but she has really annoyed me today.  I'm still working on this and she's waltzed out the door.  If I'd known she wasn't going to actually help, I would have found another way to get it done that didn't involve working late on Friday
2. Eff off to the deal that finally finished after more than 2 years of work.  The outcome was weird and I feel like all the work I did could have been avoided because it was disregarded by in the final arbitration.  Sigh
3. Eff off to the last thing I'm working on.  I'll be writing up the findings all day Saturday.  Double sigh

F0rn

My go to is always risotto.  So easy to make and I go into a zen state stirring it.

But an alternative beef in red wine pie served with mashed potatoes and extra gravy.  Not supper health but off the scale comforting.

DAH got a "REALLY" good deal on 400 lbs of potatoes and brought them home. He knows that I have been wanting to dehydrate potato slices for our storage food. The idiot doesn't understand the amount of work it takes to process 400 lbs of potatoes for dehydrating. The bed of the truck is half full of potatoes, some of these suckers are the size of a footballs.

Oh well, I am not doing all this work all weekend without his help, he gets to stand at the hot stove blanching the damn potato slices. It's a good thing that my son and grandsons like potatoes,they will take about 20 lbs. Three other neighbors is taking 20lbs each, I can keep another 10 lbs fresh, that means that we will be processing 310 lbs of flipping potatoes all damn weekend. Time to pull out the second dehydrator. *diablo*

Forn - as you can guess:

Twice baked Potatoes, scalloped Potatoes, 4- cheese scalloped Potatoes, Potatoes Au Gratin, Garlic roasted Potatoes, mashed Potatoes, loaded baked Potato casserole, cheesy Potato soup, chili-cheese Potato skins, hash brown Potatoes, lemon-parmesan roasted Potatoes, Potatoes roasted with taco seasoning, Air Fried French fried Potatoes, Potato latkes, Potato salad and German Potato salad, the list goes on and on.

FOF

FO to idiot bosses and incompetent SMEs who cause a critical outage to be far more severe than it should have been. When the powers that be get the SMEs involved it invariably turns a relatively straight forward troubleshooting effort into a never ending Alice In Wonderland rabbit hole safari that never needed to happen.  Yes Mr. Boss, it was the motor. Just as I told you it was 20 hours ago. But noooooo, you didn't listen and had to call the 12 pound brain squad to F-up my Friday.  I thought I was long past the stage of my career where I had to work a 23 hour day. The alarming part, I had a great time dealing with the crisis then gloating at the boss and the 12lb brains idiocy.

FORN  Meat. Good seasoned, low and slow smoked, melt in your mouth, moist, finger staining, decadent meat.  Just don't put glaze, sugary sauce, molasses, sticky, nasty sweet crap on it. Sugar has no business on meat.

 But tonight, is sashimi.  I am stealing my bride and wisking her away to our favorite sashimi place.  She does'nt know it yet. But it is happening.