update on the work cafe:

it's bad enough when i find one hair in my buffalo chicken wrap. but when i find TWO hairs? i wonder if there might be a larger problem...

have i no morals anymore???

oops. i forgot that i am adamantly opposed to people eating fish for lunch at work, and i just ate some. it was damn good. but now i'm "that" girl, whose cube smells like fish. gross. at least hundreds of people are sharing in my shame, as i got it from the long-lined cafe station downstairs...

on another note, what would be a good, strong verb for the phrase "adamantly opposed"? using adverbs is almost as bad as eating fish at work (i said almost!).

not quite a tempered radical, but close.

despite the signs posted everywhere saying you can't leave your food in the microwave and then walk away to do something else, i just put my food in the microwave, walked away and went to the bathroom, then walked back and it was still there and nothing had blown up. i feel very "i've been her long enough to disregard that rule" right now.

and, yes, i'm eating at 11 AM. i can't help it. i'm starving.