I work in an office where I am required to live here from Monday to Friday. And although I won't talk (much) about my job on blog I can say that a lot of my day is spent staring at a computer, working with computers, numbers, events, people, places and things.
All in all, my job title is glamourous but the job itself can be far from it. In fact on days where I am running errands, climbing under dusty desks to rewire cord and trying to manage (not burn) paperwork it's all I can do to not jab a pen in my eye, claim it somehow as workers comp and frolick my one eyes, parrot on the shoulder wielding self home.
But there's one thing that can make the day go inherently better or worse. The dealbreaker, one may say.
Lunchtime.
A good lunch will get me excited like a six year old bringing the kids size kitkat to school to go with the Lunchables. A Subway day makes any stat report worth it as I know that for 30 minutes I'm going to be mowing on a delicious combination of veggies layered with processed Monteray Jack cheese and Chipotle sauce. I would eat my cat if she was covered in that Chipotle sauce. Don't think I'm kidding.
Unfortunately for me my lunch yesterday. Was. A Bust. A Lean Cuisine meal that was four whole dollars. That's a lot of dollars for a meal encased in a plastic shell to be pierced and radiated to goodness. At 6:45 am when I was getting ready to make my trip via the bus (which reminds me that I'm getting my hep shot today) I was stoked as I knew that a meal that cost four dollars and included both shrimp AND pasta and a creamy sauce was going to be delicious.
It wasn't good. Not at all. And this is the second meal I've had in the last week that has been a false advertisement of good taste. The padded bra of the lunch world , if you will. Don't these people that manufacture meals know that the time I spend eating lunch during the day is my escape from office suck? Do they not realize that if they feed me ass food the rest of the day is shot? That I depend on them to push me through the rest of the afternoon fueled by a moderate amount of carbohydrates, sodium and slight requirements from the Canadian food guide?
Apparently not. And so today I have brought not one, not two, but three slices of veggie pizza with me. And a kitkat. And a apple-pear. And a banana. To ensure that today is not going to be a day where I let a bad lunch ruin my day. Today I will have the best lunch in the staffroom where all the others are going to stare at me and wonder how awkward it will be to offer to trade me their leftover casserole for my pizza (and I'll refuse of course). Because no office work is bad after pizza. That's just a statistical fact.
( Yes. It's a slow week in my world when I'm posting about lunch. But in other news I finally found out what I Love Lamp means!)
