Dinner service was ruined when Dr. Doom showed up...

I was offered a job today at a restaraunt. As their gardemange and pastry chef. Which is exactly what they were looking to hire, and exactly what I am trained to do. But the real kicker isn't in the job, or its proximity to my house.

Its in the name of the building the restaraunt is housed in.

In about two weeks I may be working out of the Baxter Building.

I expect that by the end of the month I'll be on a first name basis with that strange family who lives upstairs. Though I fear that dinner service will be intermittently interrupted by crazed supervillains.

Excelsior!
(strangely appropriate this time)