better than a smack in the face with a live trout...

Well, at least now I know that the people I work for seem to think I'm doing well, even if I don't. (I don't give myself enough slack, but I knew that.) Lo and behold, they don't expect me to be performing miracles after a month. It was rather hard not to laugh when the program administrator referred to me as a type A personality because I always want to be doing everything right. If I were a type A, I wouldn't be as good a staff assistant as I am.

So, advice to myself: keep breathing in both directions (in and out), and keep putting one foot in front of the other, and quit worrying so much.

In other news, I made real saag paneer the other night, instead of the bastard version I had been making. This one involved fresh ginger and buttermilk and yogurt. The end result is all right, but it needs salt, and I went slightly overboard with the garam masala, so it's chemically hotter than I wanted. So, next time, less garam masala and more salt. It'll do for lunch for the rest of the week, though.

*snerk*

I don't know whether it's the black cherry lambic (which is extremely pink, but otherwise good) or what, but I'm having snickering fits over the Mythbusters firing frozen chickens at airplane windshields.