BAM!
I have a very hard time focusing while hungry. I’m sure my problem is not singular in this arena, but there it is. I’ll be going along, doing my homework, and then BAM! I want a cheeseburger! The sole purpose of writing this entry is to distract myself from the hunger pangs as I finish “working.” I’m stuck here no matter what. McDonalds (incidentally, and funnily enough, this is the Norwalk McDonalds where Renee works) is just a few blocks away, but can I satisfy my craving? No. I must sit here, thoroughly unoccupied (once homework has been finished) and wait for someone to come in and tell me they need to get the key for the clubhouse this weekend. For someone who has the luxury of such an “unstressful” job, as it was originally described to me, the occasional incident does occur. I like it here because I can do my homework. Otherwise, I’d be doing a coffee house like the rest of the Amesians, paying someone else to let me sit around and drink stuff. BAM! I want a peachy keen fruit smoothie! Occasionally I forget that this is actually a job and that the homework might not get done if people are yelling at me because they're on the do-not-give-keys-to-people-on-this-list list, or the phone is ringing, or Mr. Rash on Cranberry Ct. is panicking because his wife crossed off the day he had reserved at the clubhouse (he had a lovely surprise Birthday shebang all lined up, and the caterers are coming and everything!). Don’t get me wrong. I have no problem doing my job (mostly because it’s nice to feel like I earned my meager paycheck every once in a while), it’s just that the winter was very calm, and the summer seems to breed all kinds of panic.
Kate and I made a pact a couple of weeks ago that our second summer job would be to work out Monday-Friday. That started on the 19th. So far, we’ve only skipped one day. I think that’s a pretty good track record. It helps to have someone to disappoint (unfortunately, on the missed day in question, we both decided that we wanted to go out for Mexican and watch Bridget Jones instead of going to the gym; sometimes roommates fall in synch like that. BAM! I want a cheese enchilada!). I was feeling really good about the whole working out thing last week, but this week I haven’t been feeling so hot. I think it’s because of the tragedy of me losing my glasses. I can see alright without them, but I tend to get headaches without them. Today is my first headache, but the rest of the week I’ve had this strange pressure in my head that made me feel unmotivated and unhappy. Unhappy is not my natural state; it doesn’t suit me very well. Occasionally I like a bout of morose complaining, but that just secretly makes me happy.
I had Flying Burrito for lunch today. That place is not Chipotle, but I will admit it’s growing on me. As the girl was folding my tortilla to close up the burrito, she commented that it was a very “juicy” burrito. That only made me more excited. I’ve always been a fan of dipping. Why a food that hardly needs to be dipped because it’s already bursting to release cheese queso, lime juice, pork marinade, etc. is alright with me. BAM! I want another juicy burrito!
Kate and I made a pact a couple of weeks ago that our second summer job would be to work out Monday-Friday. That started on the 19th. So far, we’ve only skipped one day. I think that’s a pretty good track record. It helps to have someone to disappoint (unfortunately, on the missed day in question, we both decided that we wanted to go out for Mexican and watch Bridget Jones instead of going to the gym; sometimes roommates fall in synch like that. BAM! I want a cheese enchilada!). I was feeling really good about the whole working out thing last week, but this week I haven’t been feeling so hot. I think it’s because of the tragedy of me losing my glasses. I can see alright without them, but I tend to get headaches without them. Today is my first headache, but the rest of the week I’ve had this strange pressure in my head that made me feel unmotivated and unhappy. Unhappy is not my natural state; it doesn’t suit me very well. Occasionally I like a bout of morose complaining, but that just secretly makes me happy.
I had Flying Burrito for lunch today. That place is not Chipotle, but I will admit it’s growing on me. As the girl was folding my tortilla to close up the burrito, she commented that it was a very “juicy” burrito. That only made me more excited. I’ve always been a fan of dipping. Why a food that hardly needs to be dipped because it’s already bursting to release cheese queso, lime juice, pork marinade, etc. is alright with me. BAM! I want another juicy burrito!
