WARNING** I start this post by breaking one of my self imposed blogging rules: no complaining about work.
I sent this e-mail to my entire office today.This is directed to the individual who took [snaffled!] my lunch.
You owe me $5.41 for the sandwich I had to buy because my lunch was not in the refrigerator.
You can leave this money in an envelope in my mailroom box and therefore remain anonymous if you do not want to come forward and admit what you did. I would like to thank you for leaving the 3 pieces of fresh Provence bread, but will say that if you actually did eat my lunch it would have been much better had you toasted the bread until it was really crispy, poured the sautéed white bean, garlic, kale, tomato, olive oil, lemon, and fresh basil (from Barbara’s garden) mixture on top. The thinly sliced pieces of mozzarella cheese were intended for a little extra flavor, to be melted over the entire dish. That is how I had intended on eating it.
Shona (Tennessee Department)
What proceeded this e-mail was a series of words strung together that shocked the more timid ladies in the office. That's fine, they still look at me cock-eyed + call me a Yankee (ladies, California had no involvement in The War).
What followed were a series of responses either stating that my lunch sounded gross + who would want to steal it (those are the people I did not suspect anyway) or that if this is what I bring for lunch, a line might start forming of people who want to steal my lunch (suspects!).
Then there was the Psych nurse who questioned if I had brought my lunch, or perhaps I was hallucinating.
The kicker of the whole thing was the culprit washed + dried my container + put it in the cabinet.
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Speaking of work (segway #1) my
previous job was in a Psychologist's office + one day the medical records lady was doing her yearly purge of old, closed records + she left a stack of the cardboard covers by the back door with the intention of tossing them. I, of course, saved them from the landfill + have loved using them because they come in really handy for print packing, book covers + today I am going to cut some down to postcard size in preparation for printing my Day of The Dead cards for the swap.
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Speaking of free stuff (segway #2) I would like to take this time to pay tribute to one of my favorite free finds, the plastic casino cup. I had stacks of these when I was in college + taking painting courses, but unfortunately this is the only one that remains. Great features of this type of cup: it is tall enough to hold painting brushes, it is wide enough that it won't tip + casinos don't mind if you carry out a stack of them. This cup reminds me of the days when a group of us would decide at 11:00 on a Saturday night that driving to Vegas was a good idea. "Vegas baby!"
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As the older folks 'round here say, "it's fixin' ta storm." What this means is I'll bind some more books today. Later my boy + I will watch our 2 favorite TV shows + perhaps eat sandwiches, or maybe more cereal, who knows, we shal see.
Guard your lunches everyone!
~Shona