Always trust pastries

Are fortune cookies necessarily “pastries”? I’m not so sure about that. Let’s just work under the assumption that they are.

Anyhow, I was having lunch with my Director this week, to discuss the status of a long-running project I’m leading as well as some “where do you want to go from here” stuff. Our usual lunch place is P.F. Chang’s because it’s close. I tell her I’m absolutely not interested in a job that has opened up in a sub-group of our group, which everyone seems to assume I’m destined for. Even though I’m working on a sub-committee related to it and the new supervisor of the group is chomping at the bit to have me. It would be a parallel move and I simply have no interest in the work or working for her.

Anyhow, as we wrap things up, the ubiquitous fortune cookies are delivered. I absentmindedly unwrap one and crack it open. Reading the slip of paper, I nearly choked.