I Keep a Fork Handy Now

There are more opportunities to eat at the new office. Almost every meal of outside food has been free. As I’m typing this I’m eating a piece of cake. I already had a chocolate torte for lunch. I still have quiche to eat before I head home. I haven’t packed on the pounds yet.

I don’t watch what I eat but I’m picky. If I like it, I’ll eat tons of it. If I don’t I’ll eat a little. I just finished the slice of cake. Every year I decide I will exercise more and eat healthy. Every year I fail. Work just sent an email. There will be free lunch on Friday and it’s Korean food(I know someone who went to a Korean church for Thanksgiving dinner recently and there was no kimchi. What’s up with that? I love kimchi. I wonder if I have kimchi at my house. My old boss just came by and said she’s going to pack extra kimchi for me on Friday. Score!). It's almost time to go home. Now where's that quiche?

Happy Thanksgiving to all and to all a good night!

Pride + Rock = Ow

One morning I decided to not only run but to beat my sisters to the train station. Just as I was about to pass them I realized I was going to lose. My run to victory turned into a slip and slide on dry concrete. I was blazing by when I realized I was falling forward. I landed and I heard my left coat sleeve pop (I got one of those puffy coats). People just stopped and turned to look at me. I could feel the stinging on my knees, elbow and hip. My skin demanded to know why it was so violently disturbed. I turned over onto my back and just stared up and the sky for a moment. I was seeing stars. As my sisters helped me up I assessed the damage and realized what hurt the most was my ego (poor ego, so many beatings lately). I tried to run the race but fell flat on my face. My sisters got a good laugh out of it and I got some sick bruises. You can see through the skin to where the blood vessels broke. It’s maroon, blue and red.

“When you fell you did a Canon Drill! Why can’t you do that when we play Street Fighter?” – Sis.

Slice of Life

We went on a mission of destruction. We were 4 people in our mid-20’s in a sea of parents and kids in the aisle of a toy store. We were deciding on which foam dart gun each of us should buy because we wanted to shoot each other. As a kid you can’t buy this stuff but now that we’re adults…tee hee. Of course if I managed my money more wisely I could buy some property thereby giving us a venue to go shoot one another. With no venue we decided to go with laser tag. I am so looking forward to January right now. There's going to be shooting, and food, and ann's visit, oh yes.

On the way to work my sister and I take in some of the sights. She noticed a seagull picking a bag out of the trash. We were curious as to how it would get at the food inside. The bird carried the package, walked into traffic, and left the bag there. A car drove by missing the bag. The bird then picked up the package and moved it further into traffic. Turns out it was trying to get a car to run over the bag, causing it to pop allowing the bird to get at its contents. Genius.

I woke up at four one morning and tried to go back to sleep. A noise had startled me. For some reason my first thought was "ALIENS!" I sat up to see if it would happen again. After a few minutes the same noise but I realized it was my stomach. Apparently, it did not agree with the Japanese food prepared by Koreans.

Since I work near C-town (I don't know if that's the slang for it) I can have lunch with my po po. At one point she said, “Eat more fish. It’s fresh and it’s a swimming fish.” (Don’t all fish swim? It wasn't the Michael Phelps of the group obviously). She has already requested this be weekly lunch. Maybe she will find me a walking fish next.

One crisp morning I dropped by a dim sum place before work to buy some breakfast. Stores were opening up. Pigeons were picking at trash cans. Seniors were doing tai chi. It's exciting to see the buns stacked up steaming in trays. It reminded me of being a kid and getting steamed buns for breakfast before going to school. I never expected to be doing the same thing as an adult. As I bit into the warm steamed bun I realized I better eat quickly before the smell of the city ruined my appetite.

“I’M NOT ANGRY! I’M PASSIONATE!” – Allen Joe

First Impressions

Since relocating to the big city for work I've had to make a few adjustments. One is getting use to a restroom that is for bank employees only. At the old office the restroom was shared with the other building tenants complete with air freshener. The very first morning in the new office I used the restroom but it didn't flush clean. There was still stuff. I tried to flush again but it did not go down. I waited for the toilet to quiet down. Nope. One more time. The water started to fill up. Oh snap. They don't have air freshener in there. It's one of those "I wish I didn't eat what I ate and I should've stayed home today but it was too late now and the longer I stay there the more likely I would get caught" moments. So I exit out of there and make a dash for my cubicle. Before I can put a "out of order" sign on the stall door a coworker goes in. I attempt to hide under my desk as she exclaims, "Yuck!".

The work refrigerator is not a good place to store food. There are more condiments than anything else. I picked up a bottle of what I thought was mustard but was originally ranch dressing. In the back are numerous plastic bags. I've been warned not to touch them. If stuff is forgotten it stays there forever. In the freezer there was just one small package. It's label read "blood worms". Yum.

Wrong Ladder

The magic has worn off. Once again, no knight in shining armor or viking helmet.

I thought I was an "absence makes the heart grow fonder" type but with the way things are going I might be better off switch hitting to "out of sight out of mind". Absence annoys me. Absence makes me want to break something. Absence sucks.

I don't get myself at the moment. I am ready. I am not ready.

Fear of becoming an old maid and owning dozens of cats. Cats make me itchy.

The intent was to get to know each other. Be friends. So I shouldn't be mad. I'm mad at myself because I read the situation wrong.

Opportunities are rare. Connections are even rarer. Must make the most out of every one. It takes so long to grow up.

Maybe I will just get a dog. They don't make me itch.

"I can't talk to you. I don't even know you" - my reasoning for not making friends on BART