So I didn't keep too up to date on the whole "posting from the new job", did I? Well, it was very quickly apparent that I wasn't cut out for an executive chef position yet that required a new menu each and every week, with a thread-bare budget. So my contract was...cut short. But with my ridiculous pay, I've been able to take a vacation. To Connecticut. To Furfright.

I wasn't exactly thinking on going, but and insisted by offering me space to stay.

So, keep an eye out for the crazy looking hippy chef with the orange shades. Surely there aren't a few of those walking around at Furrfright.