Prospecting...

Yesterday, when I woke up, I was cranky. This was odd, because the night before, I’d cooked with Aries. She made a lovely gazpacho, and I’d tricked myself into believing that tofu was, perhaps, low-quality chicken in my old walnut pork recipe. This, with the addition of a reconstituted-dried porcini duxelle in the last five minutes, and a butter-reinforced reduction of dried-mushroom-soaking-juice, dry vermouth, and thickener (corn starch, to my great chagrin), applied as a marinade to the tofu. It took about five times as long, and I don’t think the orange works as well with the heaviness of meaty mushrooms, but I was pleasantly surprised that my evil plan paid off. In any case, though, it had been a good night, and an interesting dinner with fun conversation, so it was a surprise when, upon opening my eyes, I couldn’t stand the thought of working.

I showered, I masturbated, still no will to work. So I called in. I called in, then got to work at updating my resume again, and applied to ten jobs. I also managed to get three solicitation calls today at work, in addition to one last night. The one from last night sucked, though, when I got in touch with the guy… We’ll see how things pan out. Orpheus was very kind yesterday, and even gave me a high-five when he found out I’d skipped work to do prospecting. Oy.