Tonight I had dinner with foodies. Which is not a bad thing, if you're a foodie. If you're not, then you just have to sit and bear the first two minutes as they sit and analyze the food. You learn some neat things, like the salsa has olives in it. But mostly you just grin and nod in inquisitive agreement. Not that I don't like food. I love food. I used to live to eat. But my palate is not that discerning. If it tastes OK, I'll eat it, and enjoy it too. I'm a thick sauce, volume centric kind of guy. The taste counts, but so does the portion size. I'm not into the subtle interplay of flavors, the subtle tweaking of spices, or any of that other crap. Tastes good? Lots of it? Pile it on baby! :: I'm not too hard to please, apparently. I thought I was looking for more money, more respect, more security. Apparently a pep talk that did not harp on the theme that we are all expendable is enough. Not so much of a rush in getting my resume polished. Doesn't hurt that we're doing some business now too.