Wow, oh wow, is food better when we don’t cook it or what? My son-in-law had invited me over yesterday, Sunday, for dinner as he knew I loved to eat there when he smoked food on the grill.
I couldn’t go because I had to work so I went tonight instead. He had some left-overs of the smoked meat which tasted so good. He made bacon-cheeseburgers, with grilled potato salad. There was macaroni salad and I had taken over a pumpkin dessert.
I ate way too much, but every bite was delicious. I swear some men are the best chefs and my son-in-law definitely would have a busy restaurant if he owned one, because honestly? He is the best cook for any man I ever met.
I had never had grilled potato salad, but I know that at one time or another, I will request that specialty again. I just got home and I have made a final decision for myself. After last night of being slapped a few times and having to be on my feet walking up and down the driveway, I have decided to give this job up.
I have enough experience that I believe I can find something else more suitable for my needs. I am a little nervous because it means no job again, but I pray the span of time will be short.
I am just not steady enough on my own two feet to be helping some frail patient try to stand her own balance, plus I hate to admit it, but I really don’t get off on being slapped. I am going to try to get a job at the local hospital or a private-care job like I used to do. So say prayers a door opens for me please.