...or should I say, it once had me?
Yinz made me sparkle.
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16 servings of cheap pilsner last night? Attracted to a 6” seafood sandwich you saw being ordered and need someone to talk to? Feel like something pasta-y, but not exactly? This is what terrorizes our nation’s workers every day. It is ever-present, in the back of our minds--riding on the train, up the elevator, in that meeting. But these are simply facets of the one great question. The answer to which must be provided before we can ever grasp contentment. What’s for lunch?
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This will be my one and only aknowledgement of this post. I don't want to carry over yesterdays emotional breakdown and debacle into today. If we need to put up a business post and talk about the conference [which I am still under the impression we are going to have, even if it is just Josephus and I] and executive matters, fine. But we need to have a more positive lunch post in order to get back into the groove. Not that sad sack piece of shit that is up there right now.
By the way, I thought about it last night for some time and I think DC might actually be a lot of fun. And it might even be good for me to get out of town and let the burden of entertaining and hostessing be on someone else. Of course, I would still be pleased as punch to have it in Chicago. But I would also be thrilled to go to DC.
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