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It's a scandal! It's an outrage!
Dec. 8th, 2005 10:51 pmI had quite the "Comedy of Food Errors" today. Firstly, when I arrived at the dining hall to pick up my bagged lunch, there was nothing in sight. Upon asking one of the workers if they had any lunches in hiding, he only discovered one in the fridge that was definately not mine. So, um. Yeah, instead of offereing to slap something together for me, he was like "too bad", and I went out of there rather grumpy because I had no lunch (and while I tried to tell myself that there were starving children even in Boston, they didn't have to pay $6000 to get non-existant food).
So when I get home after my internship, I run to my room to try to find out what I could possible eat. Cheez-its! Those addicting cheese-ish crackers. It's a new box, so you know it's bound to be good. Upon opening it, I have to check the front cover, because the crackers look remarkably un-cheddery orange. Could it be that my parents gave me the white cheddar instead? But, no, it was supposed to be of the regular variety. Now cautiously opening the page, I reach in and take a cracker out. Other than the colour, it appears to be normal. Then I take a bite, and it's like they completely forgot the cheese. Just a plain cracker and very much a disappointment. I go off to find Jen so I can complain some more. At this point, I am determined that I would send a snarky letter complete with a pasty white cracker masquerading as a Cheez-it sample. Until I notice the coupon on the back of the box. It expires on September 2003. Further inspection leads me to a copyright date of 2002.
Frantically, I call poison control... no, I just call my mom to complain and ask her why she gave me three year old Cheez-its. Because that means I can't get free money and coupons off of them. She tells me to feed it to the ducks. Now, that idea might have potential considering bird flu. As old as they were, I continued to munch on them I was that hungry.
But, the question remains, did the cheese-like substance evaporate off of the crackers after three years, or did it never exist.
There were also some major issues with the T. Or "T-issues" as I like to call them. They kicked us all off our train after one stop, then the next D-line train that went through also was taken out of service. I finally ended up on one of those annoying B-line trains, only to have it shut down and restart at every station. It was also taken out of service, but luckily at the stop I needed. Despite all of this, I wasn't as late to work as Whitney was, because with her train, someone either fell or threw themselves into the path of the train and was killed. So that was a bit of early morning unpleasantness for her.
And work wasn't all that inspiring today. Well, we did find some early Billy Graham letters pre-being a known name in which he was saying how his past trips to New England were dismal failures, so he wasn't quite sure why the PSC would want him as a speaker but if they wanted him, he was willing to go. Yes, it turns out that that speaking event is what started his huge crusade back in 1949/1950. I bet you didn't know that about BG. Add that to your trivia book.
It's Friday tomorrow. I have soooo much work to do. Inspire me! Someone! Please!
So when I get home after my internship, I run to my room to try to find out what I could possible eat. Cheez-its! Those addicting cheese-ish crackers. It's a new box, so you know it's bound to be good. Upon opening it, I have to check the front cover, because the crackers look remarkably un-cheddery orange. Could it be that my parents gave me the white cheddar instead? But, no, it was supposed to be of the regular variety. Now cautiously opening the page, I reach in and take a cracker out. Other than the colour, it appears to be normal. Then I take a bite, and it's like they completely forgot the cheese. Just a plain cracker and very much a disappointment. I go off to find Jen so I can complain some more. At this point, I am determined that I would send a snarky letter complete with a pasty white cracker masquerading as a Cheez-it sample. Until I notice the coupon on the back of the box. It expires on September 2003. Further inspection leads me to a copyright date of 2002.
Frantically, I call poison control... no, I just call my mom to complain and ask her why she gave me three year old Cheez-its. Because that means I can't get free money and coupons off of them. She tells me to feed it to the ducks. Now, that idea might have potential considering bird flu. As old as they were, I continued to munch on them I was that hungry.
But, the question remains, did the cheese-like substance evaporate off of the crackers after three years, or did it never exist.
There were also some major issues with the T. Or "T-issues" as I like to call them. They kicked us all off our train after one stop, then the next D-line train that went through also was taken out of service. I finally ended up on one of those annoying B-line trains, only to have it shut down and restart at every station. It was also taken out of service, but luckily at the stop I needed. Despite all of this, I wasn't as late to work as Whitney was, because with her train, someone either fell or threw themselves into the path of the train and was killed. So that was a bit of early morning unpleasantness for her.
And work wasn't all that inspiring today. Well, we did find some early Billy Graham letters pre-being a known name in which he was saying how his past trips to New England were dismal failures, so he wasn't quite sure why the PSC would want him as a speaker but if they wanted him, he was willing to go. Yes, it turns out that that speaking event is what started his huge crusade back in 1949/1950. I bet you didn't know that about BG. Add that to your trivia book.
It's Friday tomorrow. I have soooo much work to do. Inspire me! Someone! Please!
