Trading Some Things for Others
Yesterday was my one-year anniversary at my job, and today my supervisor took me out to lunch to celebrate.
We went to the Marx Brothers Cafe in the museum, and it was fabulous. We sat right by the fountain and had some really good baked pasta that was listed as having a cheese crust.
Which does not mean the cheese is crispy and crunchy, like I thought it would be. Instead, it was a layer of cheese about 7 inches thick on top of my pasta.
I ate almost all of it.
And then had an italian soda.
And a cannoli for dessert.
What does all this mean to my current losing weight mode of living?
It means I don't get dinner.
Which I knew as I was devouring every inch of the cheesey goodness of yum on the plate in front of me.
I knew that I was giving up dinner when I ordered the italian soda and sucked it down while looking at some very odd and disturbing digital art. And I knew it when I ordered the cannoli.
Some things are just worth the sacrifice.
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Can I work where you work? At my job, I'm lucky if they remember my name.
That's the benefit of working in a small non-profit. Though I don't know how anyone could forget you.
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