This is just great. Thanks to my heroic efforts (to impress our adorable yoga instructor), I’ve twisted my ankle, and I can barely walk to the kitchen.
Thank goodness for Wi-Fi.
Speaking of which, I found a great comedy sketch about the difficulty accents can pose to clear communication. It’s also got a wonderful bit at the end that proves knowing your Shakespeare is worth the effort, if only to annoy your teacher. I hope none of Leng’s students are as annoying as this, though. 
Ok, now I am officially freaked out. Here’s what happened. So Norman came over to my place to finalise the locations for the shoot, and he was practically drooling when he saw my fridge, because now I’m up to 344 magnets… and counting. Then he gave me no. 345!
A limited edition American Civil War commemorative fridge magnet as a birthday present.
There were only ten ever made. So we had a magnetic moment… hahaha! Then there was a knock on the door and when I went to open it nobody was there! Just a card that read, “Happee Birthdae. I watches you alwayz. You 4got about me but I never 4got about you. Why did you 4got me? Don’t you love me any more?” And to make things worse, there was a photo collage of me! Taken at various locations, clearly from a distance. I was so freaked! Norman asked me to call the police but I think I’m going to wait awhile, see if I can solve this mystery by myself. Norman offered to help, he said he could follow me discreetly (like a private investigator, so exciting) and see if he could spy on the person spying on me!
I am going to strangle my supplier.
I get a call from Terry, our kitchen porter, at 6 am in the morning. He’s babbling something incoherently at the top of his lungs, and I can hear Jean-Luc screaming in the background. A lot of ‘Mon Dieu’, which I realize (with a sinking feeling) can only mean bad news. Jean-Luc is the zen master. This does not bode well.
I finally get Terry to calm down enough to pass the phone to Jean-Luc, who tells me that there are approximately 20 live snow crabs in the restaurant kitchen.
Snow crabs are large.
They are large, pale, and scary, and apparently, they have taken over my restaurant’s kitchen.
So, at 7 in the morning, I was on the phone with my seafood supplier, who insisted that we had ordered the snow crabs, and refused to take them back.
It looks like we’re having snow crab on the menu this week. And it also looks like I have to change suppliers. Wilted lettuce is one thing, but giant, creepy snow crabs (twenty of them, mind you) is too much!
I’m not stepping into that kitchen again until Jean-Luc has…disposed of those monsters. I could have sworn one of them was looking at me hungrily. Shudder. Well, at least the supplier didn’t deliver giant Japanese spider crabs. :\
Oh dear me. I’ve succumbed to the ageless, time-honoured traditional method of de-stressing: retail therapy. This time, it was thinkgeek’s range of adorable kitchen and office gizmos that had me reaching for my credit card.
Note to self: do NOT go to any sale, online or in real life, after ten hours of looking at HR and accounting reports. Ever.
On the bright side, I picked up these charming little gadgets. I think some of them will make very nifty Christmas presents. 
I just had to have this… a pixelated superhero fridge magnet (on sale). How could I resist?!
And then there were these uber-cool ice cube replacements (whiskey stones) …so handy for unexpected company when your ice tray is empty..
I think Leng will love this chef’s quad-timer as well… see, it’s not just about me!
And of course, I couldn’t resist this twee little coaster.
Last of all, I found the perfect desk accessory for when those pesky suppliers get the order wrong and I have ten (living) giant snow crabs sitting in my kitchen.
I discovered this adorable bakery that lets you mix and match your own cupcake and frosting flavours. It’s like being a child in a candy store.
I tried this scrumptious little treat: ‘Nuts About You’ – a Nutella cupcake with more (yum) Nutella frosting. And it wasn’t without a little bit of guilt. It’s worth the calories, I swear.
Can’t wait for yoga with that yummy instructor on Thursay. 
I’m beginning to think that bad things really do happen in threes. First, I almost crashed into a cyclist on the way to Leng’s house to talk to her about her scone fixation. Then, my manager, Cindy, calls me and tells me that the floor staff are brawling. Brawling! In full view of the customers during the lunch rush. I am thoroughly annoyed. This is what I pay Cindy to do – look out for problems with/among the staff and sort it out before I step in and heads roll.
Then, someone outbid me on the vintage Mini Cooper collection set on eBay.
Argh! Why does everything have to happen all at once?!
