I Bet I’m Not The Only One
I started writing today thinking about how crazy or wacky I am regarding the topic of this post.
Then I realized something. I bet I am not that crazy. I bet I am not the only one that has felt this way.
Here’s the scoop:
I have found that if I take my lunch to work, I have a much better day. My office is situated in an oddball industrial slash office neighborhood. It is an area that is rapidly gentrifying.
While we do have some nearby places to go and grab lunch, and on certain days food trucks, the choices are not robust. Also, I work in the far back corner of an office building that is a converted warehouse. It takes me about ten minutes at a brisk clip just to walk to the front door.
This means if I don’t have a lunch packed and I am super busy, I end up with no lunch.
No lunch makes Karen a very cranky girl.
In the New Year I have been working a lot harder on bringing my lunch so Karen is a less cranky girl.
That’s just good for everyone.
Sometimes I lack imagination when making lunches and I eat the same thing day after day. But if it’s good food, then all is well. I’ll eat it and become a manageable and reasonably peaceful person.
When I am able to get my lunch packed the night before that is even better. Oh how I love myself on those days.
Anyhow, this morning I woke up groggy and tired. It’s already been a long week.
As I struggled to break the surface of fatigue and start my day, I remembered that I needed to make my lunch.
It’s Thursday which means most of the good eats in the fridge have already been eaten, and there wasn’t much left that looked good.
The one bit of leftovers we have is something I have eaten for the past three days in a row, and I just wasn’t feeling it.
So it was time to be creative, and creative isn’t something I am in the small dark hours of the morning.
I saw that we still had some of this really good bread that The Good Man had bought. Ok, yum.
I poked around the fridge to see if I could put anything into a sandwich.
Hey, I have a fresh jar of pickles! There is some tasty cheese! Still have a tomato for slicing and some sprouts for fiber and a few other good items. Hey, we still had half an avocado left. SCORE!
This made me so happy. I laid out the details on the countertop and hand crafted one hell of a good-looking sandwich. I did this thing up like an artist in her studio.
When it was completed, I carefully wrapped it up in wax paper, cut it, and wrapped it again, then put it in my lunch bag.
Now here’s the crazy-not-crazy part.
Now that I have made this delicious sandwich for my lunch, I can’t stop thinking about it.
All the way on the ride in to work I was thinking about eating that sandwich. Mouth watering, full anticipation. Oh yes. Gimme my sandwich!
Sammie sammie sammie sammie sammie is all my Pavlov brain is giving me today.
It’s about 10:30 and I have had a little breakfast but still all I can think about is that damn lunch I packed.
I have work to do and real world grown up decisions to make and I have to be a boss and employee but damnit, all I can focus on is my sandwich!
I will do my best to wait until noon, but I’m not making any promises.
I’m not the only one, right?
Edit 1: You know who really loves a good sandwich? The British. It’s like a religion to those folks. I should write a whole post on that.
Edit 2: It’s now 12:40 and this sandwich is *delicious*. Worth the wait? Of course. Worth the OCD? You know it. Happy tummy!
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