I deliver chinese on Friday nights. I work from home five days a week, and by the weekend I’m starved for human interaction. The place I work is so much fun. I love the whole team.
Until recently…
My fellow Friday nighter had a heartattack (she’ll be okay, but she’s off for a while). The fellow that is covering her shifts is an ASSHAT. He pissed me off so badly tonight… and it takes a LOT to piss me off.
We’ll see if I ever do anything for him again. I be thinkin not.
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In other news… I prepared an awesome ham and avocado bunwich for my dinner. Packed it in a sandwich bag, and off I went to work, happy as a clam. I get out of my car, and *splat*. The bottom of the baggie split, and my ham sandwich is sprawled all over the gravel parking lot.
I should have gone home and gone to bed then.
But no… I worked, madder than hell, and by 9pm was STARVING. So I ordered a plate of chicken chow mein and sw & sour pork. Then I proceeded to bag half of it, BEFORE starting to eat. Yep! I am so proud of me. Old me would have scarfed that whole damn plate cuz I deserved it, having lost my dinner like that, and been pissed off by my coworker. But I refused to let it all sabotage me completely. Okay, so I prolly ate a smurfload of calories, but it was HALF what it coulda been! And I made sure and took no elevators tonight. Whenever faced with stairs I took em!
Now I’m tired. Soooo tired.
Tomorrow I grocery shop for greens and freggies, then I am going bowling with the whole family, and then dancing tomorrow night. I need the release!!
