Chicken Bones
Last weekend I had this inexplicable urge to eat chicken. I don't know where it came from, but out of nowhere I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to shove it in my mouth, chew, swallow, and consume the tasty little bits of cooked flesh deep inside my stomach. Naturally, the urge passed, but it's the strongest I've had in years.
The other night at work one of my co-lackeys bought the chicken from the cafeteria. It was overcooked and dark meat, and while watching him chow into a leg I could see the tendons pulling, and the cartilage gleaming on its juice-covered surface ... and I almost threw up. Right there, in the middle of the cafeteria at the end of the lunch rush. I guess I looked green because everyone started asking if I was okay, and I said I was fine and tried to focus on my salad. But like a really bad traffic accident you know you shouldn't look at, I kept glancing over at the reminants of the fowl.
At least it's killed that urge for awhile.
In other news, I haven't even turned on my PS3 until today, so it's been off since Monday night. This makes me a very SadPenguin (tm). I told myself that when I get home from work tonight (other than watching Dollhouse) I was going to devote at least an hour to some gaming. But I turned it on this morning because PSN is running a 10 in 10 promotion on a pile of video games. So I picked up Braid for $7.50 (!!!) and this other cutesy puzzle game in which I consume critters and then throw them up. Think Bubble Bobble but with hairballs. It was only $3.50, and that's my story. My buddy Bill let me join his PS gaming group (aka 'guild'). There are 12 of us in the email list, and I'm honestly amazed at how much people have to talk about, re: gaming. I've had a steady stream of emails daily since I joined on Tuesday. I might actually be playing some Killzone 2 with one of them in the near future, so win!
In other other news, work has been .. interesting. My boss loaded me up with a beast of a project last week, so the early part of the week was spent trying to kill that bastard off. Our plant director decided it'd be good for us to submit for this award for our team performance this year, and I foolishly agreed to do the legwork, unaware that it was a 10 page form with essay-style questions. *headdesk* But! I got through it, somehow. Now I'm working on a massive change request. I thought we were trying to be 'lean' and trying to 'eliminate waste and repetitive tasks'. So what genius decided to make our change control process switch from a simple two page form into a NINE PAGE FORM. I almost cried when I hit page 5 because as it was I had skipped over half of the previous pages because I didn't understand what they were asking.
And in other other other news, I've been kinda sociable considering it was the work week. I've had a pile of interesting conversations with people I haven't talked to in years, literally. Oh Interwebs, you amuse me in the way you cycle people in and out of my life. I hung out with random drinking co-worker the other day for some sober time together. We were supposed to play games, but he wasn`t in the mood, which honestly annoyed me a bit at first. He didn't want to watch a movie, or tv show, or play a game. I know I said in 2010 I was going to make more decisions, but I kept throwing stuff we could do out there and he kept knocking them down. So instead we just talked, about a whole pile of stuff from across the board. And honestly, I kind of had fun doing it. I forgot my travel mug there and he repeatedly kept forgetting to bring it into work this week, so when he suggested I come pick it up yesterday I took advantage of the beautiful weather we've been having here (sun! 1C! Gorgeous!). Here's a summary of the events of the visit that I blogged about earlier, because I thought it was cute and amused me greatly.
"I messaged C asking if he was ever planning to bring my mug to work, and he said he would try and remember that night .. or I could stop by and pick it up. It was a nice day so I chose option #2 (a guarantee to get my mug back) and walked over to his place. One thing that people never seem to anticipate is my lack of a concept of time; I'm notorious for being 5 minutes late to most rendezvous. So when I left C a message saying 'be there in 10-15' he actually assumed I'd be there within 15 minutes, unaware that I was still at my apartment cursing my misplaced headphones for being so well hidden. When I finally got to C's place I was happy to find the outside door unlocked and halfway up the stairs I found him on the landing, checking his phone. I gave him a funny look because he looked relieved to see me, and then he relayed the story: when he realized more than 15 minutes had elapsed he thought maybe I was locked out again (like earlier this week) so he grabbed his phone to check if I texted him. He discovered his phone was in airplane mode (testing it for his trip), so he panicked thinking I was outside and had been texting him with no reply. He ran down the stairs to see if I was waiting but I wasn't outside so he left the door ajar and walked back upstairs, at which point I walked in as he was putting his phone settings back to normal to check for a text/text me. The first thing he said I didn't hear because I still had my headphones on, but the look on his face .. the shock and then relief at seeing me, it was priceless."
So anyway we just talked for a few minutes, I told him to have a good trip and took off. I kind of got the vibe that he wanted to hang out, but I pointed out he needed rest and I had to work soon and took off. So as we speak he's actually on his way half-way around the world which makes me feel .. odd. On one hand I'm totally jealous of his escape to warmer climates, but on another I'm kind of annoyed because it means I can't hang out with him. I don't need to, but if I'm going to be limiting my social engagements that means I need local people to hang out with. I do have dinner with some girlfriends this Saturday, so that'll be good to get me out of the house.
And away from the PS3.
So concludes my insanely long ramble that began with chicken bones, and ended with tales of terror .. speaking of which, I have laundry to finish.
The other night at work one of my co-lackeys bought the chicken from the cafeteria. It was overcooked and dark meat, and while watching him chow into a leg I could see the tendons pulling, and the cartilage gleaming on its juice-covered surface ... and I almost threw up. Right there, in the middle of the cafeteria at the end of the lunch rush. I guess I looked green because everyone started asking if I was okay, and I said I was fine and tried to focus on my salad. But like a really bad traffic accident you know you shouldn't look at, I kept glancing over at the reminants of the fowl.
At least it's killed that urge for awhile.
In other news, I haven't even turned on my PS3 until today, so it's been off since Monday night. This makes me a very SadPenguin (tm). I told myself that when I get home from work tonight (other than watching Dollhouse) I was going to devote at least an hour to some gaming. But I turned it on this morning because PSN is running a 10 in 10 promotion on a pile of video games. So I picked up Braid for $7.50 (!!!) and this other cutesy puzzle game in which I consume critters and then throw them up. Think Bubble Bobble but with hairballs. It was only $3.50, and that's my story. My buddy Bill let me join his PS gaming group (aka 'guild'). There are 12 of us in the email list, and I'm honestly amazed at how much people have to talk about, re: gaming. I've had a steady stream of emails daily since I joined on Tuesday. I might actually be playing some Killzone 2 with one of them in the near future, so win!
In other other news, work has been .. interesting. My boss loaded me up with a beast of a project last week, so the early part of the week was spent trying to kill that bastard off. Our plant director decided it'd be good for us to submit for this award for our team performance this year, and I foolishly agreed to do the legwork, unaware that it was a 10 page form with essay-style questions. *headdesk* But! I got through it, somehow. Now I'm working on a massive change request. I thought we were trying to be 'lean' and trying to 'eliminate waste and repetitive tasks'. So what genius decided to make our change control process switch from a simple two page form into a NINE PAGE FORM. I almost cried when I hit page 5 because as it was I had skipped over half of the previous pages because I didn't understand what they were asking.
And in other other other news, I've been kinda sociable considering it was the work week. I've had a pile of interesting conversations with people I haven't talked to in years, literally. Oh Interwebs, you amuse me in the way you cycle people in and out of my life. I hung out with random drinking co-worker the other day for some sober time together. We were supposed to play games, but he wasn`t in the mood, which honestly annoyed me a bit at first. He didn't want to watch a movie, or tv show, or play a game. I know I said in 2010 I was going to make more decisions, but I kept throwing stuff we could do out there and he kept knocking them down. So instead we just talked, about a whole pile of stuff from across the board. And honestly, I kind of had fun doing it. I forgot my travel mug there and he repeatedly kept forgetting to bring it into work this week, so when he suggested I come pick it up yesterday I took advantage of the beautiful weather we've been having here (sun! 1C! Gorgeous!). Here's a summary of the events of the visit that I blogged about earlier, because I thought it was cute and amused me greatly.
"I messaged C asking if he was ever planning to bring my mug to work, and he said he would try and remember that night .. or I could stop by and pick it up. It was a nice day so I chose option #2 (a guarantee to get my mug back) and walked over to his place. One thing that people never seem to anticipate is my lack of a concept of time; I'm notorious for being 5 minutes late to most rendezvous. So when I left C a message saying 'be there in 10-15' he actually assumed I'd be there within 15 minutes, unaware that I was still at my apartment cursing my misplaced headphones for being so well hidden. When I finally got to C's place I was happy to find the outside door unlocked and halfway up the stairs I found him on the landing, checking his phone. I gave him a funny look because he looked relieved to see me, and then he relayed the story: when he realized more than 15 minutes had elapsed he thought maybe I was locked out again (like earlier this week) so he grabbed his phone to check if I texted him. He discovered his phone was in airplane mode (testing it for his trip), so he panicked thinking I was outside and had been texting him with no reply. He ran down the stairs to see if I was waiting but I wasn't outside so he left the door ajar and walked back upstairs, at which point I walked in as he was putting his phone settings back to normal to check for a text/text me. The first thing he said I didn't hear because I still had my headphones on, but the look on his face .. the shock and then relief at seeing me, it was priceless."
So anyway we just talked for a few minutes, I told him to have a good trip and took off. I kind of got the vibe that he wanted to hang out, but I pointed out he needed rest and I had to work soon and took off. So as we speak he's actually on his way half-way around the world which makes me feel .. odd. On one hand I'm totally jealous of his escape to warmer climates, but on another I'm kind of annoyed because it means I can't hang out with him. I don't need to, but if I'm going to be limiting my social engagements that means I need local people to hang out with. I do have dinner with some girlfriends this Saturday, so that'll be good to get me out of the house.
And away from the PS3.
So concludes my insanely long ramble that began with chicken bones, and ended with tales of terror .. speaking of which, I have laundry to finish.