Writer's Block: Prison Food is Punishment Enough
For me to answer this question, I might need to know what exactly they eat in prison.... Hang on.
From what I have gleaned from the last few minutes of googling, it appears that prison folk eat school food...school food that is a tad bit sloppier. I'm perfectly okay with sloppy school food.
I've also read that there are questionable quantities of hot dogs and jell-o. That would probably get old...
Well, I'd really miss steak. If I could eat anything right now, I'd probably have a steak, mashed potatoes, and probably some asparagus or something. Hell, I'd settle for peas or green beans...or broccoli.
Hey, look I'm hungry.....
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Last night was book club and, let me tell you, I had the potential for major embarrassment and trauma.
I got there early and I ate some dinenr in the car (spaghetti leftovers that I heated up in tupperware before I left). Then I scooted my seat back as far as it could go, threw my feet on the console, and read some more Exodus. Amanda was late leaving work, so I was able to get a bit in before she texted me saying she was on Hull St. I got up, stretched, and wandered inside.
At the register, I ordered my drink (Venti black and white mocha). Then I peeled the zipper back on my bag and started poking my fingers in and out of pockets. Surely my debit card was in one of those hiding places, right?
No. Finally, I look up at the sweet girl and ask if I can run to my car--my debit card must have fallen in the crack of my car seat. Always understanding, she tells me to take my time and I boogey out the door.
I meet Amanda in the parking lot, explain hurredly, and then scrunge through my *messy* car.
Nothing.
So I tell Amanda, "This must be God telling me I couldn't really afford my $4 coffee anyway".
We head back in, and the girl behind the register spots me waiting in line with Amanda. She hold up a Venti cup. I shake my head and tell her quietly, "No, sorry--I just don't know what I could have done with it. But nothing for me tonight...thank you, sorry about that..."
And you know what?? She gave it to me anyway. So, like my mom would say, I guess God said "Hey Amanda, this one's on me".
**side note: God is awesome--he made it a Venti**
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I am not having a very good work week.
I'm all tied up in some stupid "gossip" thing that I don't understand at all.
People here say crappy things all the time to me and I'm just supposed to just up and take it, while I have to apologize to people for everything.
Particular technicians call people in other departments to discuss service history and check signals and that makes me angry because aforementioned people in other departments specifically did not want this job anymore and LEFT. So how about letting me do my job??
I need some time off.
From what I have gleaned from the last few minutes of googling, it appears that prison folk eat school food...school food that is a tad bit sloppier. I'm perfectly okay with sloppy school food.
I've also read that there are questionable quantities of hot dogs and jell-o. That would probably get old...
Well, I'd really miss steak. If I could eat anything right now, I'd probably have a steak, mashed potatoes, and probably some asparagus or something. Hell, I'd settle for peas or green beans...or broccoli.
Hey, look I'm hungry.....
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Last night was book club and, let me tell you, I had the potential for major embarrassment and trauma.
I got there early and I ate some dinenr in the car (spaghetti leftovers that I heated up in tupperware before I left). Then I scooted my seat back as far as it could go, threw my feet on the console, and read some more Exodus. Amanda was late leaving work, so I was able to get a bit in before she texted me saying she was on Hull St. I got up, stretched, and wandered inside.
At the register, I ordered my drink (Venti black and white mocha). Then I peeled the zipper back on my bag and started poking my fingers in and out of pockets. Surely my debit card was in one of those hiding places, right?
No. Finally, I look up at the sweet girl and ask if I can run to my car--my debit card must have fallen in the crack of my car seat. Always understanding, she tells me to take my time and I boogey out the door.
I meet Amanda in the parking lot, explain hurredly, and then scrunge through my *messy* car.
Nothing.
So I tell Amanda, "This must be God telling me I couldn't really afford my $4 coffee anyway".
We head back in, and the girl behind the register spots me waiting in line with Amanda. She hold up a Venti cup. I shake my head and tell her quietly, "No, sorry--I just don't know what I could have done with it. But nothing for me tonight...thank you, sorry about that..."
And you know what?? She gave it to me anyway. So, like my mom would say, I guess God said "Hey Amanda, this one's on me".
**side note: God is awesome--he made it a Venti**
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I am not having a very good work week.
I'm all tied up in some stupid "gossip" thing that I don't understand at all.
People here say crappy things all the time to me and I'm just supposed to just up and take it, while I have to apologize to people for everything.
Particular technicians call people in other departments to discuss service history and check signals and that makes me angry because aforementioned people in other departments specifically did not want this job anymore and LEFT. So how about letting me do my job??
I need some time off.