Monday, August 01, 2005

Day 1 - Robin Slick, unemployed

Last night I dreamt about work and I was running around, because it kept getting later and later and I couldn't find my shoes; I couldn't find my keys, etc.

I woke up all freaked out and then I remembered: I DON'T HAVE TO GO TO FUCKING WORK EVER AGAIN! (Well, at least not in the law office! And more on that in another post...let's just say my last day did not include a gold watch...not that I'd be caught dead in a gold watch)

And so in celebration, my daughter and I are going to breakfast in the Italian Market to have the above mentioned world's best chocolate chip muffin at the Fitzwater Cafe.

Here's a quote about Fitzwater Cafe from a fellow food lover and writer: "What I went for is the muffins. Philadelphia Weekly food writer, Lauren McCutcheon, wrote that she would travel miles for their Chocolate Chip Muffin. Even if she tends to be hyperbolic, the opportunity to have a really great muffin was far to promising to let pass. Despite some skepticism, when I saw the uniquely saucer-topped muffin (pictured) I was sure it would be damn tasty. Sure enough, the muffin had a great browned outside with a dense interior that was milky and studded with tasty semi-melted chocolate morsels. I was suprised that the dense crumb was not dry at all, maybe because it wasn't overly sugared. A nice sweetness was provided by the sugar crystal-encrusted top".

Mmmmm. It's at least a three mile walk which we will do round trip to offset the calories of said muffin, but then we are continuing on for a shopping spree in the Italian Market where we will buy fresh baked bread, homemade mozzarella cheese, jersey tomatoes...oh man, we're going to have a simple, peasant dinner tonight with lots of wine for me. Eric and his dad will be leaving for the Zappa festival in Germany on Wednesday so Julie and I are considering this week and next our official vacation from the world weeks - the recording studio where she works is closed for two weeks as well while the owner vacations in New Hampshire, and other than some projects she's got going with some fellow musicians, she's MINE ALL MINE. We're going to be taking some day trips to New Hope, PA, New York, the beach...and then it's back to work for her and serious writing for me.

By the way, I don't know if Rock School parents know this, but the kids will be simulcast on the web during Friday and Saturday nights' performance and I will of course provide the exact link starting Thursday. Taking into consideration the six hour time difference between here and Germany, I'm thinking we should start huddling around our computers around 1:00 p.m. but in reality, they probably won't go on until at least 3:00 p.m. our time. I've searched the Zappanale website everywhere for times but all it will give me is schedules and dates. Rock School is headlining and I'm trying to remember when the headliner played in Germany when I was there two years ago at Zappanale 14...I'm thinking it was 9:00 p.m. or 10:00 p.m. there but I'm not sure...but wtf, most of you are at your computers anyway. I know the truth!

Don't worry -- I will research this and I will find out one way or the other; if not, the very worst that will happen is that you'll get to see some great music for a few hours before our kids go on.'s totally free! And not only that, after the shows, the kids will be given an immediate DVD of the performance. Well, not sure if each kid gets a free DVD or just Paul...but still, I know they're available for sale so make sure your kiddies have a few extra Euros.

Oh, and the finale is on Sunday! Don't know what time, but all I can tell you is, last year our kids, in my opinion anyway, stole the show. So you don't want to miss that, either, and I have a feeling as the festival progresses we'll be getting more info either via cell phone calls from the kids or the webcast itself.

I do know the kids have to be at the airport at 3:00 p.m. and if you cannot provide a ride, BK and Dave will be leaving from Rock School so you can get in touch with them or the school. I also have the info for the return trip home as well as some other tips for the trip since I am a Bad Doberan vet so you can also feel free to email me with any questions. Like, pack sunscreen, change money into Euros at the airport, a little pocket translation book is a must because absolutely no one, and I mean no one, in the shops of Bad Doberan speak any English at all and that includes all of the restaurants as well; bring a towel because the hostel does not provide them and you're gonna be pretty miserable taking a shower without one and that goes for soap, know what, maybe if people have questions I will type a comprehensive list here for everyone.

(See? Already I'm working again and this time without pay!)

Anyway, more later...that muffin is calling out my name!


Barry Poyant said...

I am a temp – and in this world of temporary things I loose my job every few weeks. There was a time when I did not have a job for a short while. Day one felt excellent!!! Day 27 well not so much….

Slowly the free open days became less and less eventful and more routine. It was like being unemployed was my job.

Wake up
Make coffee
Go for run
Go online
Look for a single job
Customize resume
Send it
Eat cereal
Go to an interview
Have lunch
Watch TV
Go online
Go to bed


Myfanwy Collins said...

Enjoy the muffin, Robin! Sounds delicious. Glad you have a fun couple of days planned for yourself. You deserve them.


Katie said...

You deserve this! Good for you!!

RobinSlick said...

Thanks, everyone. Yeah, I'm still not quite believing this odd sense of insane freedom. If my watch wasn't so cool (a Storm from the UK), I'd even ditch that now! Ha.

My daughter Julie and I just came back from an awesome trip to the Italian Market...that muffin was even better than it looks and it's going to be hard to keep me from going back to that cafe tomorrow, even though I just mapquested our trip and realized we just walked eight miles round trip for real!

Barry, I investigated your website and you are a very interesting guy. I need to investigate Steven's way further...looks like I could use a Steven in my life bigtime. Interestingly enough, I lost my mother to a brain tumor as a young woman and suffice it to say, I more than anyone know what you went through. I was very, very close with my mom and her two years of suffering is something that....well, I guess I don't have to say anymore on that subject to you. Funny how you, a total stranger, found my blog. Life is weird like that, huh. Like you, I believe all things happen for a reason.

Barry Poyant said...

I jump from blog to blog trying to inject little tokens of hope. I click on the [next blog] at the top of the screen and let fate direct me. Even though fate is some 19 year old star trek geek that wrote the code for the randomness

I believe everyone could use a Steven – and you are a Steven to someone else. That’s how I look at things now.