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Executive Decision

I was embarking on my workday, which ended up being meetings straight through from 9am to 2pm, and then a series of challenging situations from there on out. Eri told me good luck and have a great day and be happy because it's Friday. 

I do love Fridays, but it's different than it used to be. The weekend in no way means rest and relaxation. It means trading in the mental labor of my daily work for the intense physical labor of raising two incredibly energetic boys. It also means I need to carve out a little more time for self-reflection and self-care.

Thanks to the team I manage, all of whom I can honestly call friends I respect immensely, a bullet was dodged with a human resources move that came across my desk. My boss called an emergency managerial meeting yesterday about a situation with a person in our department, and I can't really explain it and it's neither here nor there anyway in the grand scheme of things, but there was a proposal that came my way that would have had serious, likely negative, implications for my team. So I sought their advice, and they saved me from making a terrible decision.

There was follow-up today of course, and some drama. I do everything I can to steer clear of drama, but sometimes it just lands on you like a meteor.

Eri proposed dinner out, and that was music to my ears. I made an executive decision and said we're going to the Steak Palace. I love their salad bar. That might be the most middle-aged guy thing I've said all week. And there's a lot to choose from. The runner up is probably when I grabbed my tool box and announced, "Let me fix that!" regarding a McDonald's happy meal toy.

The salad bar at the Steak Palace comes with VIP access to the soup bar as well, so I helped myself to a hot bowl of corn potage.

They have that robot waiter there and Kenzo was biding his time and assessing his chances of messing with it. When that robot brought us our water and utensils he tried reaching his hands out from our booth to throw it off, but this robot is smart. It might even be programmed to deal with mischievous boys.

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