All growed up

I (almost) never take a lunch break.  At work we always just grab something and eat at our desks.  Since I usually pick up lunch for my fabulous boss John he's come to realize what a picky eater I am.  Last week he decided he wanted to get me cultured, so he's been picking different cuisines and then choosing a dish he thinks I'll like.  (Hey, he's buying so I'm not complaining.)  

Yesterday it was Thai food.  I can't remember the name of what I had, some sort of chicken with like, peanuts and bean sprouts, and noodles.  Eh.  It wasn't bad, but I wouldn't request to get it again.

The super exciting news though, is that last Friday it was Indian food.  Our token Indian trader called up a great takeout place and placed our order while speaking Hindu.  It was awesome.  Again, I don't remember the name of the dish, but I guess it's supposed to be one of the most mild (but my mouth was still on fire!)  But guess what?  I totally loved it!!!!  I want to get it again.

Next up is fulaffels.....or however you spell it.  All the guys on the desk are especially loving this experiment seeing as how John usually gets them lunch as well.  Stay tuned...

Sleeping with the fishies

Last week it was brought to my attention that I know someone, who knows some people, who know some people who could "take care" of someone, or at least "give someone just a scare" if I needed.  What??  I only found out the mob/mafia existed in real life a few years ago.  Yes, I thought it was only in the movies.  

Anyway, I had a, we'll call it "situation" and someone very close to me pulled me aside and said it could be handled, if I wanted.  I laughed it off a few times, not thinking the person was serious.  He finally got me to take him seriously.

Wow.  I guess this should be your warning to stay on my good side?  (Sorry if that offends you; someone else told me I shouldn't even joke about that.....I guess I shouldn't.)