When you hate your job, or in my case, when you're just starting out at your first job, LUNCH is without a doubt something you look forward to and cherish everyday. In that fleeting hour, all your troubles seem to go away, and life makes sense again. So, I take my lunch very seriously and prepare for it accordingly. Today however, was indeed one of the worst days of my entire life.
At 12:15, I went down to the food court in the Galleria to grab something. Sadly, I am constantly reminded by my peers about how the Galleria food court has been on a exponential downward spiral, as shops are dropping like flies. It's a lost cause. Currently, you have a Bagel/Coffee/Wrap spot, McD's (closing soon), Sbarros (closing soon), Great Steak and Potato, Quiznos, A Japanese place with great chicken terriaki, and a gyro place which I haven't investigated yet. I settled on Quiznos quickly and was quite happy about my pick. I had a coupon for 2 dollars off a large sub, and was primed to get a honey mustard chicken sub--my fave.
As I received my order I was in a light jog, as I was very hungry and excited to eat. When I returned to our little kitchen area to eat with some of my co-workers, I was almost brought to tears as I unwrapped my sub and pain rushed up and down my body. It WAS NOT a honey mustard chicken with bacon and cheese. It was in fact a chicken carbonara, with lettuce and tomatoes. For those of you that know me well--there was an instant where I didn't know whether to take my own life or just break down and cry on the kitchen floor. It was a terrible situation. Part of me knew that I had to go down there and exchange it, but with the most questionable elevator system in NEO, and the crack staff at Quiznos I decided to stand pat.
Needless to say, it was barely edible. It was a horribly constructed sandwich. To make matters worse, the role player foods that I packed with me (spinach, carrots, salt and pepper chips) all had poor showings and gave me zero satisfaction. Lunch was ruined.
I sat at my desk from 1-2pm, thinking about how it all went wrong. And how my 55 minute lunch went down the tubes aside from a very funny comment from my co-worker Jim. I cried for another 20 minutes and thought about leaving for the day.
At about 3:30, a rush of relief swept over my body and mind, as I had once again came up with a great idea. My boss was over at the gym working out and I was left to run the show. And if you have caught what the market has been doing for the last 6-12 months, the show for a sell side research firm is a little quiet. I made the venture back down to the food court and bought an oreo mcflurry from McDonalds. It was a phenomenal play. I almost killed the whole thing before i got on the elevator. It was the best mcflurry I had ever eaten. HAPPY FAT TUESDAY!
At 12:15, I went down to the food court in the Galleria to grab something. Sadly, I am constantly reminded by my peers about how the Galleria food court has been on a exponential downward spiral, as shops are dropping like flies. It's a lost cause. Currently, you have a Bagel/Coffee/Wrap spot, McD's (closing soon), Sbarros (closing soon), Great Steak and Potato, Quiznos, A Japanese place with great chicken terriaki, and a gyro place which I haven't investigated yet. I settled on Quiznos quickly and was quite happy about my pick. I had a coupon for 2 dollars off a large sub, and was primed to get a honey mustard chicken sub--my fave.
As I received my order I was in a light jog, as I was very hungry and excited to eat. When I returned to our little kitchen area to eat with some of my co-workers, I was almost brought to tears as I unwrapped my sub and pain rushed up and down my body. It WAS NOT a honey mustard chicken with bacon and cheese. It was in fact a chicken carbonara, with lettuce and tomatoes. For those of you that know me well--there was an instant where I didn't know whether to take my own life or just break down and cry on the kitchen floor. It was a terrible situation. Part of me knew that I had to go down there and exchange it, but with the most questionable elevator system in NEO, and the crack staff at Quiznos I decided to stand pat.
Needless to say, it was barely edible. It was a horribly constructed sandwich. To make matters worse, the role player foods that I packed with me (spinach, carrots, salt and pepper chips) all had poor showings and gave me zero satisfaction. Lunch was ruined.
I sat at my desk from 1-2pm, thinking about how it all went wrong. And how my 55 minute lunch went down the tubes aside from a very funny comment from my co-worker Jim. I cried for another 20 minutes and thought about leaving for the day.
At about 3:30, a rush of relief swept over my body and mind, as I had once again came up with a great idea. My boss was over at the gym working out and I was left to run the show. And if you have caught what the market has been doing for the last 6-12 months, the show for a sell side research firm is a little quiet. I made the venture back down to the food court and bought an oreo mcflurry from McDonalds. It was a phenomenal play. I almost killed the whole thing before i got on the elevator. It was the best mcflurry I had ever eaten. HAPPY FAT TUESDAY!
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