Chaotic kitchen,

This morning I recieved an urgent call from my account manager. No cheves came to work today!!!

That's right! I think I came to a real strike!!! They said they wouldn't talk about this on the phone. They wanted us to go there and talk to them. My answer??? Go to hell!!!

So I passed on my message to Paul. Had him told Tom to take care of taking all house keys and necessary items from them. (we rented a house for them, that's right)
Had them leave immediately.

For the food? Anybody who knows how to cook even a little bit in my company joined the party in a kitchen today. Tomorrow, Tom will be the head chef. I mean for tomorrow.

The ex-head chef- Rita the bitch- tried to call my mother today twice. She probably thought that that would reach me somehow. Sorry babe!

You remember Jack? Paul's friend? We're trying to contact him about new cheves he promised to send.

Whatelse? Good things go too slow today. Bad things speed up fast!

I miss Peter. Does he like me? When will I see him again?