So I've been reading SL blogs... lots of blogs... OMG so many blogs. Sometimes when I read them I'll stumble onto a little snippet about the blogger's personal everyday shit. The first few times, I thought to myself, "I came here to see if you had new stuff, read some reviews... Who cares about your personal junk?" And as the days passed, I realised the answer to that question was "I do! me me! I care!" Cause I am friggen bored at work, and all you bloggers out there are giving me something to read. So thanks!
Then I think to myself, "Hey! I should return the favour and tell stuff about me!" But you know what? I'm not that interesting. I don't have kids, I'm 26... I have a crappy job that pays me when they feel like it. I don't have any super powers (not that I'd tell you anyway!!!) >.> The biggest thing that happened to me today is that my sammich had no mayonnaise on it. It was a breakfast sammich. I got turkey and american on a croissant with mayo. It's not such a big deal, but the deli fucks up my order EVERY DAY, no fail.
I used to order sausage egg and cheese on a roll in a styrofoam container. I did that cause when they gave it to me wrapped in the paper, it was a mess and a half. How hard do you think that is? To make a sammich and place it into a container, rather than wrap it up? Apparently WAY hard. I got all sorts of variations on that one. I had the sausage, egg and cheese in the container with no roll. I once got that, with a roll wrapped in paper tossed in WITH the stuff. I once got the roll buttered, in the container with the other stuff. I suppose it was the new Do It Yourself breakfast sammich.
The issues withe the turkey sammich were fun. I didn't know why I was paying 6 dollars for a breakfast sammich, till I opened it up to find a mound of friggen turkey. It was like a deli lunch sammich. So the next time I called, I specified "a little bit of turkey, not a huge lunch portion". Sometimes it was right, sometimes it wasn't. But I was getting a little pissed off that I'm spending an extra 4 dollars every time they screw up my sammich. So finally I call and ask them what language I need to learn to speak, in order for them to get it right. They clear it up, appologise, and tell me the next ones free. I'm okay with that.
So I order my free sammich today... no effing mayo. I seriously give up. I'm going to go back to bringing in those personal bowls of cereal.
A very uninteresting,
Haedon
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3 comments:
today i had a grilled cheese with tomato. i ordered some clam chowder with that too, but I didn't get clam chowder. i don't even know what the hell it was. it was sorta spicey and a little bit pink and I don't think it had any clams in it, but it definitely had peas. Lots of peas.
*sighs* i feel gassy now. i wish i didn't eat that mystery soup. :(
Mystery soup, mystery soup, open up the can and meet your mystery soup!
Join us again tomorrow for another stirring episode of "Haedon Quine: Sammich Women"
*Snog*
Marls, that's a manhattan clam chowder. As opposed to the creamier New England clam chowder.
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