Love My Gagh Or Go DIAF

The reason I created a blog was because twitter didn’t offer enough characters to properly vent. Normally the two don’t crossover. This update is an exception.

I mentioned earlier that my coworker confused my breakfast with a bowl of mealworms. When I told him he was crazy, he countered that people around here eat strange things or maybe I was going fishing later. As ridiculous as his assumptions were, it got me thinking: Why do people feel the need to comment on other people’s food? Even if I were eating mealworms (and not delicious pear cobbler oatmeal), what would it matter? Obviously it’s something I want to be eating. No feedback needed.

Many of my coworkers like to comment. My favourites are the ones who tell me that my food disgusts them. I never know if I should apologise when they make those comments. If you go to someone’s house for dinner, you don’t tell say you hate the food. You’re polite. You deal. I expect the same courtesy when they’re not expected to eat my food.

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Take A Look And Really Weigh That

I found a new way to geek out! People assume that geeks speak the same language. They group us as a generic subclass to be envied or ignored. I like many geeky things; conventions, super hero movies, Star Trek, social networking. Other things, like math, programming, science, or comic books, I have no interest in. To make matters worse, my SO is an IT Manager. They try to bypass him and get me to solve their technical problems. Sure, I have a better grasp of computers than they do, but I can’t fix their computer because my SO can.

Regardless, I love to bake. I got a digital scale and made the move to baking by weight instead of by volume. There is a learning curve, but I’m hooked. My biggest problem is many recipes don’t offer weight measurements. My stupidest realisation is that a cup of flour weights less than a cup of sugar. It makes sense, but it never occurred to me. I love not having to use different measuring cups and the precision I get. It pleases my inner cynic and my OCD.

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No Pizza For You!

It’s funny how when people don’t want to do something, they bring it to me. Today it’s ordering pizza for a supervisor. I’m no more capable of ordering pizza then he is. He doesn’t want to be bothered. I hate ordering food: for myself, for my family, and especially for other people. I don’t get any, yet I have to stress about getting the right amount, from the right place, at the right cost. I might get some of the cold leftovers but so will everybody else.

I never know how much to get. They like thin crust. I never order thin crust. It's for 53 people. I don’t know 53 people. One restaurant recommends that a 16” thin crust serves 3 people. Yikes! To make it worse, I have to order for two shifts. For someone who hates talking on the phone (see #8 from my profile), this is a murder of an order.

A lady retired a few years ago. She used to get stuck doing this, but for her it was simple. She didn’t care, worry, or over think it. I envy her, but not enough that I want to be like her.

What's In Your Mystery Hole?

I’m easily amused especially by everyday things. Because of this I tend to wander around and take pictures. It could be a spelling mistake, a funny drawing, or my lunch. Need proof? Pictures from the past week include: lady’s shoes at the grocery store, Admirals’ mascot, pancakes, salad, Brobee, hand soap, tree, giant cookie, and metallic wolf. Ever since I got the SO’s discarded iPhone, I have been unstoppable. This unactivated iPhone is well loved. It’s fairly well known that I have a picture ready for everything.

I guess I like the ability to go back and have a visual history, even if the most exciting part of my day was a trip to Home Depot. (Where the featured picture is from, I saved it for this very update.)

My most criticized pictures are of food. Food is a mini work of art. Don’t forget delicious. Why would I not take a picture? I have many pictures that will probably never be shared online. Not because I wouldn't like to, but because I can’t release all my craziness to you.

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