Just out of the shower but it's so damn humid that I'm not even sure that there's much of a point in showering these days. I'm sure that the folks at work appreciate it though. That's right, customers, i use deoderant, you are welcome! Anyway, it's friday so it should be a busy one. God I hope so.
I'm feeling hungry, but lazy. I want something delicious or nothing at all and I have nothing that even comes close to resembling delicious in my fridge. Actually all that's in there is wine, condiments, mineral water, kefir, and film. Can you make anything good to eat with all that stuff? Buffalo 34mm anyone? No celery or blue cheese to go with it though.
And blue cheese reminds me of ranch dressing and makes me wonder about all the people who seem to be obsessed with slathering on or dipping every thing they eat in it. I mean it's tasty on some stuff, but I think it gets taken too far. I have a friend that gets hashbrowns with gravy and then dumps ranch on top of that. It's just not right. Now I'm not getting down on all ranch use but come on people lets get a handle on this. Aoli was like that for awhile too. Everything was drizzled in aoli, lemon, garlic, cumin, you name it they've probably made an aoli out of it. And while I'm on this tear, I'm getting a little sick of truffle oil. It doesn't and shouldn't need to be in everything. Like the asian influenced polenta cake I had a volo awhile ago. Truffles don't belong with wasabi. That's not innovative, it's just gross. And that's what I have to say about that.
Anyway, back to this hunger problem. I guess I'll just pick something up on the way to work. That whole foods salad bar is like crack to me, but probably more expensive than crack. I can't stay away from it though, it calls to me as I'm riding the train toward work and I inevitably watch my stop slide by and get off at the next stop which leads right to the damn whole foods, or whole paycheck.
And I justify it a million ways in my head as I walk the two blocks to get there. I'm working a long shift and I deserve to have something good and full of nutrients and vitamins nourishing me through all those disgruntled customers. I have allergies and I probably won't be able to eat anything that they put up for the pre shift family meal, and who wants spicy creamy pasta and salty salad anyway. A gal can't live on olives and naked juices alone! Damn, I can already hear it coaxing me over there in a sweet, vegatably voice. I'll see you soon lover!
Friday, July 11, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
The Maiden voyage
The first blog since I've been in Chicago! I'm so excited. So I've been here for four years now. Unbelievable. Time flies when you're having fun. Or not having fun. I'm working for one of those giant restaurant groups that seem to own all the dining hot spots in the down town area, and it's not too bad. I get to have my hands on some lovely wine and work with people that you wouldn't believe existed unless you'd actually met them.
Just home from work and since I'm heading to my best friend's wedding in Portland next week I'm woefully short of cash. So I stopped by the old Jewels, as they like to call it here, and got a bottle of crappy pinot noir and I'm drinking that chilled down because it's a million degrees out and super humid. Not exactly red wine drinking season.
So I'm not sure what this blog will be. So for now it will just be whatever flops out of my brain and onto the keyboard. You're welcome blogosphere. And this is what's on my mind tonight: My super secret boyfriend.
Why super secret you ask? Well because we work for a corporation and he's a chef and that makes him my "boss". And you may ask why? Why would you, you who never dates anyone you work with, you who, let's face it, hasn't dated much of anyone in the last three years aside from a slew of dates gone so wrong they deserve to be placed in some dating hall of shame, why would you do this to yourself? The answer is that I have no idea.
I've known this man for about two years. And I'll be honest here, for about the first year or so, I wanted to punch the guy. He was short, he was cocky, he was cold and arrogant, he has hair that belongs somewhere in the early to mid nineties, and is quite possibly one of the most socialy awkward people I've ever met. And yet there it was, right around Thanksgiving this year I started to have these dreams about him. I think you know what kind of dreams I mean, dirty ones. It was disturbing, it was puzzling and I couldn't figure it out. And the longer and harder I tried (no pun intended) to ignore them the more I had. So I tried to chalk it up to maybe I just wanted to sleep with this guy, get it out of my system but as I didn't really relish that idea I just waited for them to taper off. They eventually did but somehow he and I started talking at work, will the marvels of the subconscious mind never cease? Anyway, long story short, we've been dating for about four months and things are great.
We are to say the least an odd couple. He's short for a man, I'm tall for a woman. He's a sports fan, sports inspire a very specific and private rage in me. He loves ministry for god sakes and if I hear one more thing about his hay day hanging out with Lars whatshisname I'm going to scream, and I'm a Belle and Sebastian fan. Sure, Ministry was great when I was in highschool, but so were the Day glo Abortions, and plenty of other angst filled for the point of being angsty bands. And not to say that I won't always have a place in my little heart for all my music taste that I've layed to rest over the years, but for the love of Thor's hammer, I'm not the rabid house fan I was in the nineties either. His apartment is spartan, devoid of pictures of anyone in his life, no clue as to what this person that lives there might be like. My apartment looks like personality came in after too much to drink and threw up all over the place. The list could go in for quite awhile but you get the idea.
Strangely enough though, we seem to work well together. I really enjoy spending time with this person who is so different from me. We've fallen into a good groove. I've had to increase my text messaging plan on my phone because the man is an avid text messager and I, until now, rarely used that particular feature but things are working out rather well it seems.
And so we are presented with this conundrum. One of us has to leave the company and that one of us is me because lets face it, server jobs are a dime a dozen and chef jobs at one of the biggest restaurant groups in the country are few and far between. And that's hard for me because I have a job there that allows me to work three or four days a week and spend the rest of my time doing the things that I want to be doing. I'm what I suppose you'd call a struggling artist, a budding wine geek, geek of many trades in fact. I have my finances all figured out, I can sleepwalk through work, I like the place, I like the people I work with. The question has become, do I like him enough to give that security up? I think that I might. I feel like that is a rash and stupid thing to do. Something a boy crazy teenager would do before they were old enough to know better. But sometimes I think it might not be such a bad choice. After all, I'm not getting any prettier just sitting around avoiding dating someone seriously.
So there you have it gentle readers. That's what my stupid boy crazy brain is mulling over tonight. But now I think that I'll pursue one of my other interests. Namely cutting the rug in my underbritches in my my own solo underpants dance party.
Just home from work and since I'm heading to my best friend's wedding in Portland next week I'm woefully short of cash. So I stopped by the old Jewels, as they like to call it here, and got a bottle of crappy pinot noir and I'm drinking that chilled down because it's a million degrees out and super humid. Not exactly red wine drinking season.
So I'm not sure what this blog will be. So for now it will just be whatever flops out of my brain and onto the keyboard. You're welcome blogosphere. And this is what's on my mind tonight: My super secret boyfriend.
Why super secret you ask? Well because we work for a corporation and he's a chef and that makes him my "boss". And you may ask why? Why would you, you who never dates anyone you work with, you who, let's face it, hasn't dated much of anyone in the last three years aside from a slew of dates gone so wrong they deserve to be placed in some dating hall of shame, why would you do this to yourself? The answer is that I have no idea.
I've known this man for about two years. And I'll be honest here, for about the first year or so, I wanted to punch the guy. He was short, he was cocky, he was cold and arrogant, he has hair that belongs somewhere in the early to mid nineties, and is quite possibly one of the most socialy awkward people I've ever met. And yet there it was, right around Thanksgiving this year I started to have these dreams about him. I think you know what kind of dreams I mean, dirty ones. It was disturbing, it was puzzling and I couldn't figure it out. And the longer and harder I tried (no pun intended) to ignore them the more I had. So I tried to chalk it up to maybe I just wanted to sleep with this guy, get it out of my system but as I didn't really relish that idea I just waited for them to taper off. They eventually did but somehow he and I started talking at work, will the marvels of the subconscious mind never cease? Anyway, long story short, we've been dating for about four months and things are great.
We are to say the least an odd couple. He's short for a man, I'm tall for a woman. He's a sports fan, sports inspire a very specific and private rage in me. He loves ministry for god sakes and if I hear one more thing about his hay day hanging out with Lars whatshisname I'm going to scream, and I'm a Belle and Sebastian fan. Sure, Ministry was great when I was in highschool, but so were the Day glo Abortions, and plenty of other angst filled for the point of being angsty bands. And not to say that I won't always have a place in my little heart for all my music taste that I've layed to rest over the years, but for the love of Thor's hammer, I'm not the rabid house fan I was in the nineties either. His apartment is spartan, devoid of pictures of anyone in his life, no clue as to what this person that lives there might be like. My apartment looks like personality came in after too much to drink and threw up all over the place. The list could go in for quite awhile but you get the idea.
Strangely enough though, we seem to work well together. I really enjoy spending time with this person who is so different from me. We've fallen into a good groove. I've had to increase my text messaging plan on my phone because the man is an avid text messager and I, until now, rarely used that particular feature but things are working out rather well it seems.
And so we are presented with this conundrum. One of us has to leave the company and that one of us is me because lets face it, server jobs are a dime a dozen and chef jobs at one of the biggest restaurant groups in the country are few and far between. And that's hard for me because I have a job there that allows me to work three or four days a week and spend the rest of my time doing the things that I want to be doing. I'm what I suppose you'd call a struggling artist, a budding wine geek, geek of many trades in fact. I have my finances all figured out, I can sleepwalk through work, I like the place, I like the people I work with. The question has become, do I like him enough to give that security up? I think that I might. I feel like that is a rash and stupid thing to do. Something a boy crazy teenager would do before they were old enough to know better. But sometimes I think it might not be such a bad choice. After all, I'm not getting any prettier just sitting around avoiding dating someone seriously.
So there you have it gentle readers. That's what my stupid boy crazy brain is mulling over tonight. But now I think that I'll pursue one of my other interests. Namely cutting the rug in my underbritches in my my own solo underpants dance party.
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