That title doesn’t make any sense really, but I liked the alliteration and it was a 10 ounce steak that ultimately heeded the call of my starved body when I got home today.
Thanks to horribly vague e-mails, what I thought was going to be a day that ended at 10 AM, 12 PM at the latest, became a day long ordeal that finally ended at 4 PM after I’d been called out for falling asleep during a presentation. My defense is that I didn’t pack lunch for myself and there was nothing suitable to eat in the windowless dungeon called the hospital cafeteria. You’d think a hospital cafeteria would actually have something appropriate to eat. Not so. Sodas and deep fried nonsense galore.
I managed to survive on water, but just barely. I haven’t eaten this fast (and I’m a fast eater) in quite some time. Guess this means I should really stop dragging my heels on cooking in advance and muster up some energy to cook. Just haven’t really been terribly inspired or motivated.
I’m hoping that I get tomorrow off…fingers crossed. I still have to show up to find out. You’d think they’d have gotten good at these logistical things over the years, but it turns out that’s not really the case.
Well, that’s enough ranting for now. Time to go and digest and get some things done.
Happy Fourth of July to the Americans! The rest of you should go out and ask for the day off since we’re having a holiday over here. 😛
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