My Workmate Should Write a Blog
There are people, like me, whose blogs are generally ignorable. Look here, I’ve ignored it for the better part of a year. Then there are people I would love to read AND who have an ongoing ability to post regularly.
My Workmate is one of those. She hasn’t been here for long but in the time that I have gotten to observe her I have noticed an odd discrepancy with her alleged cooking ability and what arrives in her lunch.
She has informed us that her husband, a surgical medical student, ‘helps out’ by packing her lunch. It’s cute. He’s trying to help. She doesn’t want to discourage him. However, the lunches are … not really lunch.
They are boggling. This man, screams “I’m a bachelor college freshman!” He, noting what I have mentioned of him prior, is quite capable. But, like my friend Joel, appears to have a loose connection when it comes to common actions.
Lunch Highlights (as far as I’m concerned):
Two pieces of bread (not toast, not special bread, just normal sandwich bread) in a plastic sack and a dirty piece of Tupperware.
3 biscuits and 3 oreos.
A bag of gummy worms, 1 carrot, and a package of saltines that you get when you order soup at a restaurant. I think this is the closest he will ever be to providing anything close to a balanced meal.
A Tupperware of peas (uncooked).
A morning long discussion of my workmate asking him to make her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich NOT a jam on jam sandwich followed by a jam on jam sandwich and the declaration by him, “I thought you’d warm up to it.” She still has not warmed up to it.
Nut medley (a Tupperware of pumpkin seeds, sunflower seeds, cashews, and pistachios).
A request for him to “Please, pack her some leftover meatballs with my lunch.” Followed by 5 meatballs. Yes, he did follow that instruction but seriously.
I think she needs to bring her lunch to work, set it up on the table, photograph it, and give us a blog. By the way, the biscuits? Rock hard.
My Workmate is one of those. She hasn’t been here for long but in the time that I have gotten to observe her I have noticed an odd discrepancy with her alleged cooking ability and what arrives in her lunch.
She has informed us that her husband, a surgical medical student, ‘helps out’ by packing her lunch. It’s cute. He’s trying to help. She doesn’t want to discourage him. However, the lunches are … not really lunch.
They are boggling. This man, screams “I’m a bachelor college freshman!” He, noting what I have mentioned of him prior, is quite capable. But, like my friend Joel, appears to have a loose connection when it comes to common actions.
Lunch Highlights (as far as I’m concerned):
Two pieces of bread (not toast, not special bread, just normal sandwich bread) in a plastic sack and a dirty piece of Tupperware.
3 biscuits and 3 oreos.
A bag of gummy worms, 1 carrot, and a package of saltines that you get when you order soup at a restaurant. I think this is the closest he will ever be to providing anything close to a balanced meal.
A Tupperware of peas (uncooked).
A morning long discussion of my workmate asking him to make her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich NOT a jam on jam sandwich followed by a jam on jam sandwich and the declaration by him, “I thought you’d warm up to it.” She still has not warmed up to it.
Nut medley (a Tupperware of pumpkin seeds, sunflower seeds, cashews, and pistachios).
A request for him to “Please, pack her some leftover meatballs with my lunch.” Followed by 5 meatballs. Yes, he did follow that instruction but seriously.
I think she needs to bring her lunch to work, set it up on the table, photograph it, and give us a blog. By the way, the biscuits? Rock hard.