FUCK YOU, David.
It's a sad life for he who does not know food.
These two phrases were uttered today; the former under my breath and the latter to the heavens.
Here I sit, faking smiles and cares about this job. There was a time I was really "here;" now my co-worker and I, although feet apart, are in different offices. She actually gives a crap, and I don't. So I search the net, call people, and try my best to secure new employment. Meanwhile, boss David just sits and his office and laughs, knowing what I'm up to but like a lover who senses as affair, chooses to keep it all inside...
At lunch, Tiny Thai offers an awesome special - appetizers and an entree for $7 (!!??) In New York, sometimes bottles of water alone are $7 :) It is the cheap asian restaurant lunch specials without which I could live. As I'm eating this tangy and flavorful Pad Thai I'm having multiple foodgasms, feeling sorry for all those who are a) unborn and won't get to try this dish for awhile, b) all those who are deceased and who will never get to try it again, and c) for all those sans taste buds.
My thoughts about David and the job, harsh and crippling as they were, were non-existent as I enjoyed the savory goodness of the shrimp dumplings and chicken noodle dish.
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