Sometimes you feel like the world has somehow called a conference and it has put you and yours at the top of the list. To be addled, irritated and otherwise tormented. Its an insane sort of thing that makes you wonder how you manage to breathe without assistance, much less manage a kitchen. It's called an audit. Guarenteed to go over everything with a fine tooth comb and then find every single thing that you ever did wrong. Then call you on it. Even if you didn't know better, even if it wasn't your fault.Even if there was no other way.
Doesn't matter. Not really.
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This, too, shall pass. You do what you can, then duck.
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