My nightmare has come true. Philippines Airlines announced yesterday they have fired all 600 of their pilots. Our bookkeeper has no way to get home. I'm trapped! They'll make me do bookkeeping forever! I'll never again do 10 fare quotes a day to Morelia, Mexico. I'll never again have to persuade someone that they can't book a seat on Garth Brook's tour bus. I'll never again explain to clients that the Beach Boys made up a tropical destination called Kokomo and they didn't mean Indiana and you can't buy a plane ticket for the one in the song.
Oh, hey. This might work out, after all.
No, no, I'd miss it, really I would. I thrive on booking travel, hunting down the perfect Prague hotel, or efficiently shipping business travelers to their sales meetings in Columbus. However, it's kind of keen to have learned to do the books. I filed my first ARC report today, all by myself, no tears or recriminations, and everyone marvelled at how calm I was. They figured I would be stressing to the max but that's not how I work. I stress in advance, then buckle down and just get the job done when it's time. I'm an alarmist, but I'm utterly reliable in the event. Sometimes I surprise me.
In exciting Iron Chef news, Iron Japanese Chef Nakamura Koumei announced two weeks ago that if he lost to boastful challenger Kandagawa he would leave the show. He did, and he did. Last week, his pedestal was empty when the Iron Chefs were enjoined to "come to life!" So, who will replace him? Northern Californians must wait two months to find out! Actually, we ironchef-l afficianados already know, thanks to Japanese friends who posted a photo, but it's fun to watch the undoubtedly carefully planned drama unfold. I'm truly delighted by the recent choices of judges. Two weeks ago, during the final battle of Nakamura, an amusing young man variously identified as Korn and Mr. Corn was on hand. He wore a brown polyester leisure suit, enormous two-tone sunglasses, lots of gold including his name KORN hanging on a chain gangsta-style, and a cool fadeaway haircut. He's definitely the first Japanese rapper I've ever seen. Of course, since he's Japanese, he may just be affecting the rapper stylings and actually sing folk music. It's damn hard to tell. Anyway, I enjoyed the cleverness of bringing in Mr. Corn.
I wonder if he needs a travel agent.
