My first workday of 2015 started off with a bombshell: my Social Worker will be retiring at the end if the month. While I'm happy for him, I'm sad for me, my Ward, and the Veterans we serve. I sucked it up and said "Congrats" even though I'm not liking this.
Then the day took a turn for the worse.
Until lunch. We hadn't ordered out for a "Fat Friday" in quite some time, so we ordered Chinese. I got my favorite Chinese "comfort food" (for me anyway): pork with string beans (love, love, love it when they are extra garlicky). It comes with an egg roll and soup (I requested the hot and sour). I also substituted lo mien for the rice. I always tell them I want a "good" fortune. The slip of paper frequently has advice rather than a fortune. I hate it when the cookie gives me advice. (I also hated the Dove chocolates that gave advice--actually, the chocolate was okay--it was the advice I didn't care for.)
Today's "fortune" was once again actually advice. But it was little bit easier to stomach.
"Need some adventure and enjoyment? Take a vacation!"
I can follow that advice!