I Got Skills

Well I've been at my new job for 3 weeks now and all I can say is "Same company different building." I have had 5 jobs in my entire life so I would be wrong to suggest that I have definitive insight into the workplace. Still, with-in the confines of the transportation industry all problems seem to be the same. Everyone complains about communication, but it's always that other guy who messes up. Everyone complains about people being late or banging out, but Hey, my kid missed the bus so I needed to be late.
Everyone hates the politics, but if you don't play the game you'll never get ahead. "There's nothing new under the sun". Darn that bible always proving wise just when you want to finally shed religion completely.

So what does that have to do with me having skills. Well I'm the punching bag guy. That's bragging by the way. In 1976 I was fooling around my dorm room at UMass when through every fault of my own and with the assistance of several controlled substances I managed to break the first 2 vertebra in my neck. I'd say bummer, but I didn't die, and I wasn't paralyzed, so actually I was pretty happy with the outcome despite a few ongoing physical problems.(there's another post in that when I feel like I want to discuss it) It gave me one thing though; I am the luckiest bastard ever! I fell bad about the state of the world sometimes, but it absolutely feels like a sin to complain.

At work I know that whatever the problem is it can be solved. I also know that in the big picture what ever the problem is isn't important. It's cool, I get to spend my day traveling on an even keel which in turn helps everyone else level off if things get screwy. I can't actually make a living being the uncle nobody wanted so I did have to learn computer things and such, but I'm pretty happy that when ever I'm out of work they come calling. Sadly you need a whole lot of passion to become the king so I'm a little behind the eight-ball on that one. Hey no worries, king of the moving industry means you're still in the moving industry. It would be like being the smartest person on "The Jersey Shore"



I guess I'll just have to settle for the rewards life tosses my way. Like this Saturday. I get to go to Karen and Joe's house for fried Turkey. Mmm fried turkey, it's a party in my mouth. That's not why it's great though (even though it is), it's great because I get to hang with everyone. If you offered to fly me to NYC, put me in a limo, and pay for me to eat at Le Bernardin (29 rating on Zagats) I'd still go to K+J's

$385 for the tasting menu.

K won't even let me bring any dessert, which is cool because that means she's making something kick-ass good. I love kick-ass good. Sucks to be you Le Bernardin, I'm having me some fried turkey. I actually was going to New York this weekend but that's another thing my little accident taught me, you'll never be on your death bed bummed out because you spent too much time with your family and friends.

Since I don't get to bring dessert this weekend I guess we can make something to go with our Sunday gravy. How about some Tiramisu?

It is in keeping with our Italian theme. It's heavy and fattening, it's easy, and there is the added bonus of being loaded with raw eggs. Mmmm! raw eggs.

1. Start by making a pot of strong coffee, or you could go to Dunks and get 2 large with an expresso shot in each.
2. Put the coffee in a shallow pan then add, rum or mediera or kailua or whatever spirit tickles your fancy although whisky, vodka, or gin would probably be gross. Hey, it's your dessert, knock yourself out.
3. Take 3 large eggs and separate them so you have 3 yolks and 3 whites. If the raw egg scares you use egg beaters, they're pasteurized.
4. Whisk some sugar into the yolks, I use a lot, Mmmm sugar, until the whole thing gets creamy.
5. Take a pound of marscapone cheese, cream cheese will work but the result will be heavier, and beat it together with the yolks. A squirt of vanilla might be nice.
6. Now beat the egg whites until soft peaks form. Then fold them (gentle) into the cheese.
7. You have to skip this step if you are using egg-beaters
8. Use an attractive casserole or a spring form pan covered with a light spray of Pam.
9. Use packaged ladyfinger cookies, or thin slices of pound cake, or portuguese sweet bread, or what ever you please. Rules are for sissies. Dip what ever you use in the coffee then make a single layer in the pan.
10. Cover with half the cheese.
11. Add another layer of dipped whatever. (hey, I said rules are for sissies)
12. Then another layer of cheese.
13. Pop it in the fridge to perk for a few hours.
14. A nice sprinkle of coco and it's are ready to eat.
15. I recommend a strong coffee flavored with the same spirit you put in the tiramisu. You can be a wanker and drink milk though if you want.