So nine years ago today I announced the blog was dead. (https://www.friedcherries.org/2009/07/). And for the most part I was right. I posted twice more after that post over the next two years. Then nothing. I’ve been feeling the want to write on here again but, as always, my ideas either hit to close to my personal/professional life and I’ll offend someone, or I just start something and never finish it. So today I’m going to write and post whatever the fuck I come up with.
You know what? Ima bitch about food for a second. I work for a lovely company that caters free lunches for its employees twice a week. That’s one of many awesome perks my employer provides. The problem with it is that I’m a vegetarian. (I’m actually a pescatarian but no one knows what that means) Anyway, so every Tuesday and Thursday these lovely meals are catered in for all the employees of the company. Now, there used to be really nice vegetarian options for those of us who do not eat meat. There are quite a few of us so it’s not like one person. Now a days, with the office manager we’ve had in place for about a year, vegetarians get salads every fucking meal. And to be clear, I’m not talking giant delicious salads that have lots of good toppings and fill you up. I’m talking lettuce and dressing. Oh, and it’s generally the salad being served with the rest of the meal. If it’s not a salad, it’s a tortilla with lettuce inside it. You know, a wrap. No, that’s just fucking lettuce in a tortilla. Fucking hell. The main issue is the woman who orders the food just doesn’t give a shit. She also doesn’t like me (for a totally different reason) so she’s even less likely to listen when I tell her not to bother ordering me salads. Anyway, it’s frustrating and stupid and it’s not that big of a deal but it still pisses me off.
Why doesn’t she like me? That’s easy. She’s a bitch and I don’t really like her. And she heard me telling a co-worker that I really missed the previous office manager about a month after she started. She’s not really liked me ever since. But that’s ok. I don’t mind when people don’t like me. It’s kinda fun.
Fuck. I’m hungry and the Tuesday catered lunch just showed up with chili dogs for the meat eaters and, you guessed it, a salad for the vegetarians. I think I’m going to go to Chipotle’s.