Ramerez

For some reason, which I'm sure most people instinctively know why, a sense o' humor is required in high stress environments. Just when you think nothing else can go wrong or surely no one else will quit, of course that's what happens. And all you can really do is laugh. Like "Hey, look at me, I'm: burnt, bruised, hungover, underprepped, in the weeds, understaffed, and watching my hair turn." But, the guy next to me is wearing a bucket on his head and farting every five seconds. We sing songs about the guy in the panty and he's two feet away from us making up new swear words cause the old ones just don't get it anymore.
This keeps me sane.
No matter how deep in the hole everything can go in a matter of minutes.....sometimes all you can do is laugh and push through.
Ramerez? The kid with the gassy ass? This week he was called Ramerez by the dishwasher. No reason, but it brought a laugh. Again for no reason.
But, Ramerez put together my thoughts and directions for a duck course for a wine dinner this past week. Spiced Duck with Confit Lentils, Apricot Yogurt, and mustard. Just damn good.

Thanks Matt.