tail between my legs..

I went to Adagio today to ask for a job. You know, I seriously thought they would find something for me, but alas I was told that they have nothing. This is a real conundrum because Adagio was my fall back: meaning I didn't want to impose on Butch and Pat's kindness - I thought they would invent something for me if I asked - but I am desperate. I pictured a conversation along the lines of, "No, Butch, Pat, that is too much, I only need something to tide me over." 

Seriously, I was not sure how I would handle it when they offered me a job as their personal Chef with a full benefits package. I knew that would be uncomfortable, especially because it would mean I would have to see Butch in his underwear as I served them breakfast in bed. A sight that only the strong of heart could handle, and after having applied to C&S my heart has been in a weakened state for some time. 

Well, I did not need to convince Butch and Pat to just settle for something along the lines of a Friday night cooking shift, as I was told flat out they have nothing. Too bad, because I really like sipping wine with them, discussing the future of their business, and dreaming up ideas of things they could do to get the big time. 

Yea, I miss Adagio. 

But I don't miss Viola. Not at all.