The communal office refrigerator started giving off a rancid smell at the beginning of this week. By Wednesday, I couldn't take it, and I immediately sniffed out an open container of blue cheese which went right into the trash. Um, come on people, either cover your blue cheese or throw it out. Bleh.
Then today, one of my coworkers offered to share her food from home with me so she told me where to find it in the fridge. When I went in there, it still smelled pretty bad. So as I was sniffing around for the remaining culprit, I came across a tupperware wrapped in a plastic bag. I picked it up and looked at it closely because, honestly, it looked like a very familiar piece of tupperware. Upon opening the bag and slowing prying off the tupperware lid, I was horrified to find Mom's pancit (Filipino noodles) all covered in mold. Umm...yeah. I have no idea how long that was in there, but it smelled (and looked) pretty horrible.
Bad, bad, hypocritical me. Whoever smelt it, sure as heck dealt it. :\
Friday, August 13, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
07.26 - Up Close and Personal with the Pizza Delivery Guy
In a last-minute moment of inspiration, I invited some people over the other day for some post-worship service fellowship. So I called a pizza place to get in my order as soon as possible, and I got home just in time to let the delivery guy in. When he handed me the receipt, I handed him my credit card, and he gave me a perplexed look. The realization hit me that the guy I had placed my phone order with had never asked me how I would be paying for it and I didn't bother to ask since I had been so flustered. So there we stood, both unsure of what to do.
Me: I don't have cash.
Pizza Delivery Guy (PDG): *crazy, wide eyes*
Me: Umm . . . (turns to look at a few friends who were there with me)
Friends: (frantically begin taking out their wallets, pulling out singles and fives)
Me: (sigh, shaking my head at them) It won't be enough. (looks at PDG) I'm sorry, I don't have cash.
PDG: *shrugs, but maintains his position*
Me: Umm . . . there's a Walgreens down the street! I can go to the ATM and get some cash!
PDG: *nods*
Long story short, I had planned on driving to Walgreens on my own, but PDG looked so uncertain and perplexed (found out he had just moved here from Bulgaria which would explain his curt manner) and I wasn't really thinking straight, so I somehow ended up in the passenger seat of his car and the poor guy drove me to Walgreens and back home.
Yep . . . just another day.
Me: I don't have cash.
Pizza Delivery Guy (PDG): *crazy, wide eyes*
Me: Umm . . . (turns to look at a few friends who were there with me)
Friends: (frantically begin taking out their wallets, pulling out singles and fives)
Me: (sigh, shaking my head at them) It won't be enough. (looks at PDG) I'm sorry, I don't have cash.
PDG: *shrugs, but maintains his position*
Me: Umm . . . there's a Walgreens down the street! I can go to the ATM and get some cash!
PDG: *nods*
Long story short, I had planned on driving to Walgreens on my own, but PDG looked so uncertain and perplexed (found out he had just moved here from Bulgaria which would explain his curt manner) and I wasn't really thinking straight, so I somehow ended up in the passenger seat of his car and the poor guy drove me to Walgreens and back home.
Yep . . . just another day.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
07.01 - Flirty Cupcake Truck
So "I" bought me four cupcakes the other day. From a truck! Sitting right outside of his office!
Yes, Chicago, a cupcake truck has come to our city. How exciting! Not quite as mouthwatering as, say, NYC's taco or middle eastern trucks, but it's quite a nice addition. I mean, who doesn't love a moist cupcake topped with delicious frosting?
The cupcakes I had were quite good, but unfortunately quite small and pretty pricey. Still, cupcakes out of a truck are pretty hard to resist. It's definitely an ice cream truck for grown-ups. I just wish they sold tacos at the same time . . .
Eatery Info: Flirty Cupcakes on Wheels, "the intersection of oooh and aaah", Chicago, IL
Yes, Chicago, a cupcake truck has come to our city. How exciting! Not quite as mouthwatering as, say, NYC's taco or middle eastern trucks, but it's quite a nice addition. I mean, who doesn't love a moist cupcake topped with delicious frosting?
The cupcakes I had were quite good, but unfortunately quite small and pretty pricey. Still, cupcakes out of a truck are pretty hard to resist. It's definitely an ice cream truck for grown-ups. I just wish they sold tacos at the same time . . .
Eatery Info: Flirty Cupcakes on Wheels, "the intersection of oooh and aaah", Chicago, IL
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
06.29 - How wrong is it . . .
. . . to buy two Boston Creme donuts (one for myself and one for my coworker friend), to place one on her desk while she's away, to consume my own donut with delight, to realize that my donut was darn good, and to then take her donut away without her even knowing it?
I mean hypothetically, of course. How wrong is that really?
I mean hypothetically, of course. How wrong is that really?
Thursday, June 10, 2010
06.10 - The People are Hungry
So Jimmy John's had this Customer Appreciation Sale today from 11-3. They were selling their regular 8" subs for $1 instead of the five or whatever dollars they usually cost. I wasn't really hungry until 2 o'clock and I wanted to wait for the crowd to die down, so a coworker and I finally made it over there around 2:30.
The crowd surely had not died down. We stood in a line that was out the door and down the block, but Jimmy John's workers were taking our orders and giving us these order sheets so at least it made us feel like we were getting somewhere. By 2:45, we were within a few feet of the store. By 2:55, we had just stepped in the store. By 3:00, we were right behind another person at the counter . . . and then they announced, "It's 3 o'clock! The sale is over! We're out of bread!"
Before I knew it, my sweet 40-something year old Guyanese coworker C started mouthing off big time. "That is just ruddddee!" she said loudly. "All these people waited in line with the assumption that they would get a sandwich, and now you're just telling them to leave?! That is sooo inconsiderate!!" At this point, I'm trying to pull her quietly out of the store. "I am never buying a sandwich here again!" she yelled (though she has never set foot into a Jimmy John's before and has no idea what their sandwiches even taste like-- haha). As we were making our way out past the crowd, a lady asked C what was going on and C told her the sale was over. The lady had these wild eyes and she said with vehemence, "Oh nooooo. The sale is NOT over!!"
Haha. Oh man. I wish we had stuck around to see if a riot ensued. Instead we walked hungrily back to the office, and I got to listen to C rant and rave about how "the people are hungry! The people have been standing out there and they're hungggrry!!" Haha. *shrug* Oh well.
The crowd surely had not died down. We stood in a line that was out the door and down the block, but Jimmy John's workers were taking our orders and giving us these order sheets so at least it made us feel like we were getting somewhere. By 2:45, we were within a few feet of the store. By 2:55, we had just stepped in the store. By 3:00, we were right behind another person at the counter . . . and then they announced, "It's 3 o'clock! The sale is over! We're out of bread!"
Before I knew it, my sweet 40-something year old Guyanese coworker C started mouthing off big time. "That is just ruddddee!" she said loudly. "All these people waited in line with the assumption that they would get a sandwich, and now you're just telling them to leave?! That is sooo inconsiderate!!" At this point, I'm trying to pull her quietly out of the store. "I am never buying a sandwich here again!" she yelled (though she has never set foot into a Jimmy John's before and has no idea what their sandwiches even taste like-- haha). As we were making our way out past the crowd, a lady asked C what was going on and C told her the sale was over. The lady had these wild eyes and she said with vehemence, "Oh nooooo. The sale is NOT over!!"
Haha. Oh man. I wish we had stuck around to see if a riot ensued. Instead we walked hungrily back to the office, and I got to listen to C rant and rave about how "the people are hungry! The people have been standing out there and they're hungggrry!!" Haha. *shrug* Oh well.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
05.27 - Best Meal EVER
The perfect surf & turf combo does exist. It is comprised of the most tender, flavorful bone-in filet mignon and a ginormous helping of succulent, sweet Alaskan king crab legs. *drooling* I have no words.
Eatery Info: Joe's Seafood, Prime Steak & Stone Crab Restaurant, 60 E Grand Ave, Chicago, IL 60611
Monday, May 24, 2010
05.24 - My Lifelong Struggle
I'll admit it, I've always been rather clumsy. But it's generally just dropped crumbs or a little bit of spilled coffee here and there. Nothing major, nothing to stress about. That is until recent months . . .
Several months ago, while "I" and I were in California and on the way to visit my cousins one morning, we decided to stop by Jamba Juice for a Power size (30 oz.) smoothie. I offered to drive and we soon headed back onto the highway. While maintaining a nice steady speed, I picked up the large drink and brought the straw to my mouth . . . only to have the lid pop off and the entire 30 ounces of cold, fruity liquid slide onto my lap. *sigh* I drove for a miserable 20 more minutes before we got to an exit and found a Walmart to get a dry pair of replacement jeans. :\
Last week, I was out to dinner with some of the LP boys and we were all having a nice time with our delicious food and yummy beverages. My beverage of choice was strawberry lemonade. As I was sliding the large 22 oz. glass closer to me, the entire thing (ice, strawberries, sugarly lemonade and all) spilled onto my lap. Needless to say, I had an uncomfortable walk back to their house, and I ended up borrowing light-colored boy jeans that made me look straight out of the '80s for the rest of the night. *sigh*
After these two episodes, I'm terribly afraid that this mishap will follow me all the days of my life . . . :\
Several months ago, while "I" and I were in California and on the way to visit my cousins one morning, we decided to stop by Jamba Juice for a Power size (30 oz.) smoothie. I offered to drive and we soon headed back onto the highway. While maintaining a nice steady speed, I picked up the large drink and brought the straw to my mouth . . . only to have the lid pop off and the entire 30 ounces of cold, fruity liquid slide onto my lap. *sigh* I drove for a miserable 20 more minutes before we got to an exit and found a Walmart to get a dry pair of replacement jeans. :\
Last week, I was out to dinner with some of the LP boys and we were all having a nice time with our delicious food and yummy beverages. My beverage of choice was strawberry lemonade. As I was sliding the large 22 oz. glass closer to me, the entire thing (ice, strawberries, sugarly lemonade and all) spilled onto my lap. Needless to say, I had an uncomfortable walk back to their house, and I ended up borrowing light-colored boy jeans that made me look straight out of the '80s for the rest of the night. *sigh*
After these two episodes, I'm terribly afraid that this mishap will follow me all the days of my life . . . :\
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