Thanksgiving day.
I slept late.
Cleaned the kitchen (I mean, CLEAN – like 4 hours of scrubbing, pulled out the stove, washer AND dryer, cleaned stuff that I barely knew existed – CLEAN)
Then “made” Thanksgiving pizza. Turkey, Bacon, Onion, Black Olive, Extra cheese.
Big honkin salad for me, small honkin salad for the SB. I had cranberry sauce on the side with mine. Oh, the yumminess. Oh, the quiet!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Oh, no, it must just be the week of Thanksgiving… that magical time of year when a two day holiday magically morphs into a 9 day vacation for so many people that the roads and office are pretty much deserted.
I’m not complaining. I like a nice, empty office with no one asking me for anything.
This Thanksgiving is going to be a very quiet one for us. My family and the SB’s family are both out of town this year. So instead of the traditional crazy double thanksgiving family fest that is our usual fare, this year we will be participating in the “other” tradition we have for Thanksgiving… the one we only get to indulge in when the fates align and this sort of all-out-of-town kind of thing happens.
Thanksgiving Pizza!
Yup. Thanksgiving day it’s going to be just me, the SB, and a take-and-bake pizza from our local Harris Teeter.
I’m going to take the 5 cheese pizza, get a thick slice of Deli turkey, cut it into cubes, saute it with onions, sprinkle that, some black olives, and some pre-cooked bacon on to the pizza (probably with some more cheese, just for good measure) and voila! Thanksgiving Pizza!
I may even splurge and get a can of jellied cranberry sauce to go along with it!
It should be a day full of awesome!
Well, awesome and cleaning the garage… because what else are you gonna do with all those days off?
But whoever invented the Twix was a genius. GENIUS, I tell you.
I like to nibble the chocolate off the outside. Then, I scrape the caramel off the cookie with my teeth and eat that. THEN, I eat the tasty, tasty cookie.
TWIX! I love them!
I am completely powerless in the face of proper mac n’ cheese. I must have it. I do not care how many calories are in it or how much fat. The crusty, melty, cheesy goodness MUST BE MINE!!!
Pot Luck Lunches are the devil. The tasty, tasty devil.
Ah well – what else is life for?
It is only day two of the training week.
Maude Have Mercy, it is going to be a long week.
Dry material? No… the Sahara desert is dry. This material simply doesn’t compare.
Normally if I am out for a week long training or something similar, I don’t fall into the need for copious amounts of caffeine and sugar until Thursday at the least.
But this week – man – Tuesday and I’m already on two cocoas in the day. Sometimes caffeine and sugar are the only things getting us through.
Also feeling bad because I feel like I’ve been eating crap since Friday (which I have been).
The SB is going home tomorrow AM, and I think once I am on my own, I’ll feel less like this is “vacation” and be able to exercise some self control.
Cake on Sunday, Cheesecake on Monday, Giant cookie tonight. Chinese food, Deli, etc. etc. Were they all excellent and yummy? You bet! But let’s face it – treats are not really supposed to be an everyday event – Four days of crazy eating and I need to go back to something that at least resembles “healthy”
So now off to study some more of this stuff so I can pass the certification test on Friday!
OK, so I’m not leaving today… but still. A plan has been made! Tickets have been bought! A hotel has been booked!
As often happens at the end of a fiscal year, careful scrimping, saving and not-spending have left my department with a bit of wiggle room left in the budget.
Enough wiggle room, it appears, for me to take some long-requested training leading to a certification in my field – certification which I will not mention, being as how I try to not put anything on here that might bring company searches this way.
But anyway. The upside of this is that the training is in NYC. This means that my company is going to be buying me a plane ticket and a week in a hotel up there.
And since that’s going to happen, why not fly up super early on Sunday, instead of late? And since the hotel room will be there and all… why not spend personal $$ on a ticket for the SB who can also sleep in that hotel for no extra cost to anyone.
OK, so it’s not exactly a “vacation” except for the Sunday, but still, the SB will get to do all kinds of things during the day while I am in the training, and we’ll be able to at least go out to dinner in NYC – food capital of the world!!! (and my dinner will even be expensed! – means separate checks, of course)
So… now the hard part… where to eat?
Gotta have Deli… but Katz’s or Stage? (Or, heck, Carnegie – never been there!)
Gotta have pizza – think I’ll contact one of our NYC employees to find the “best” place for that (opinions may vary, of course)
I think I’d like to go eat in China Town.
But then, we ARE going to be staying in Chelsea… tons of famous little store-front places there too! Oh what to do, what to do?
At my office, we have a “Friday Breakfast” thing that alternates which department is responsible for providing breakfast on Friday each week. And in my department (of three people) we alternate who gets the stuff when it is our turn.
So… it’s going to turn out that once every three months or so, I am going to be responsible for procuring the breakfast on my floor (we expense this, so it’s really just choosing and picking up).
Today was my day.
Now, since I do not eat stuff like bagels and donuts and pastries, and I find the “Fruit” plates that occasionally make their way into these things when someone is trying to be “healthy” to be pathetic and sad, I tend not to pay any real attention to the breakfast goings-on. I just go in the break room and make my oatmeal like I do every morning and ignore whatever’s going on over there.
But this morning, as it was my responsibility, I was forced to pay a little more attention than usual and I found something out.
People are jackasses.
OK, OK, yeah, so I knew that before, but still.
I went to Bojangles for the breakfast, which, if you are not from here, you cannot understand the divinity of a Bojangles biscuit.
I got enough biscuits in enough varieties to cover the people on the floor, with some left over too.
I brought this stuff in, laid it out, and considered my responsibility at an end, which it was.
But, since this was my offering, and I was curious as to how the dreaminess of the Bojangles cinnamon biscuit would go over with a crew that a) is used to the donuts and bagels and b) is mostly not from around here and SOME HAVE NEVER EVEN BEEN TO A BOJANGLES… I kind of paid attention to what was going on over there this time.
And you know what I saw?
People coming in WAY EARLY and snatching up two* and three biscuits!!
OK… so I don’t care if you eat two sausage biscuits for breakfast, that’s your deal. Hell, eat five of them, I don’t care… but wait until the other folks have had a chance before you descend on the breakfast and grab up two or three of these things for you own! I’m just saying.
Sure, if 10 o’clock rolls around and there’s still some left (which there are, of the cinnamon ones, because I got way more of those than the meat ones), then come on in here and snatch up the rest. Hell, take them home to your mother, that’s fine… because everyone who wants one has already had one by then.
But it just irked me to no end to see people walking out with a pile of food and not thinking about the folks who might show up at, say, 9… looking for a little sausage biscuit!
Anyway… I guess I found out one thing… if you are getting biscuits for breakfast, get more sausage ones. Those puppies are apparently worth more than gold.
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*This rant does not include the lady who took an extra one for the woman who is stuck at the desk downstairs.
Yes, I admit it. I simply cannot get through the day without it.
The white powder.
I am an addict.
Non-Dairy Creamer… I MUST HAVE IT!
I must go through half a carton of this stuff every day. I put it in my instant oatmeal in the AM. Tea is really just a non-dairy creamer delivery device. Cocoa is not immune. All things are improved with the addition of the sweet, creamy goodness that is powdered non-dairy creamer.
And don’t be trying to foist the “lite” version off on me either… I want all my chemically treated high fructose corn-syrupy goodness!
Cup of tea at 10 am? MUST HAVE
Cup of cocoa after lunch? MUST HAVE
There’s some things that have to happen just to make it through the day, you know?
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