So, somebody out there's getting me back for this blog entry...
I've been working literally 100-hour weeks with my boys in our Jersey Datacenter, getting ready for spring training. I've been putting on weight (I estimate 7-10 pounds) because of the non-active nature of the work, and due to the fact that our only options for getting food delivered (and we have to eat, for fuel to use against the roaring freezyness of the air conditioners) are UTTER CRAP, and unhealthy crap at that.
So today, we found new menus of stuff we're not yet tired of, but it's not meant to be, apparently.
Lunch: ordered burritos for everyone. Mine didn't arrive. Dicks. After a phone call, it arrives about an hour later, none too warm.
Dinner: we order burgers from Johnny Rockets in Hoboken. I pay for the group. I tip, too well, I later calculate. My burger is not in the bag. I call, and they say "sorry, we've already closed." Fortunately, I at least hadn't been charged for my burger. I eat fries for dinner.
Midnight: starving, and accompanied by someone who desperately needed smokes, we strike out for the Exxon station near the corner (in spite of my vow to never patronize Exxon, 'cause they're globe-destroying scumbags). I justify that I won't buy any petroleum from them, so I'll really only be buying from a franchise owner. It doesn't matter, they're CLOSED. The gas station right next to the Lincoln Tunnel, the "last gas before Bloomberg taxes you to death", the last chance for a microwave sandwich in this neighborhood, closes at midnight.
12:15am: Giving up, I quip, "Ah, I'm still nauseated from chugging the Johnny Rocket's Shake, i'll be ok with just a diet coke from the Vending machine upstairs, and some Doritos for the salt."
12:16am: They're out of Doritos. Dicks. I settle for Cheetos.
The cats had better hope my mojo changes before I get home, or their food bag's gonna mysteriously be empty. I'm pretty sure they'll be ok, though, since THEY'RE IN MANHATTAN, which doesn't SUCK.
Posted by ryan at February 04, 2003 01:22 AM