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I am FREEZING.
Which tells you that I'm not in Kalamazoo anymore, as freezing is never the imminent danger in my 90 degree F apartment...
In Ohio, in my parent's poorly-heated basement (that's where the computer is!), typing shit out...
Yesterday was a really bloody long day, whereas today was kinda relaxing. Until Jason had to leave and we had to go pick up the Explorer with my dad, and had a really bad dinner. To start with, we got seated and served our drinks and had our order taken fairly readily. I ordered an appetizer. I got it 40 minutes later or so. It was burned. We pretty much had to beg for drink refills, since our food OBVIOUSLY hadn't yet arrived. Dad and I both ordered Coke. They gave me a Diet Coke. Gee, good thing I wasn't already pissed off about the horrid service (I detest diet pop anything). Then we got our food, and I tasted mine...anybody ever chew on their pencil erasers when they got bored in class? That's what it tasted like. A steak sandwich should not taste like that. Then the server who had been ignoring us made someone else wait on us, and she actually seemed to be trying to do a pretty good job, all things considered. She sent my horrible food back and took it off the bill, discounted the drinks, discounted Jason's food (he got served long after me and Dad did), and I'm pretty sure she was going to let me order something else. I've never sent anything back that I've ordered at a restaurant before (except for some eggs that were undercooked, but I did eat them afterwards) I didn't WANT any more food that might have tasted like that. My brain hath mostly drawn blanks up to this point, but most of today was somewhat relaxing. Jason and my dad like talking about cars and sports. My eyes glaze over. Of course, dad and I did get to talking about the work his group is doing at SW, so it was Jason's turn for his eyes to glaze when free radicals came up. I am such a dork, I know. Incidentally, the dork needs to spend some time with the organic chem textbook.
And since I missed dinner (har har...), I'm hungry now too.
In Ohio, in my parent's poorly-heated basement (that's where the computer is!), typing shit out...
Yesterday was a really bloody long day, whereas today was kinda relaxing. Until Jason had to leave and we had to go pick up the Explorer with my dad, and had a really bad dinner. To start with, we got seated and served our drinks and had our order taken fairly readily. I ordered an appetizer. I got it 40 minutes later or so. It was burned. We pretty much had to beg for drink refills, since our food OBVIOUSLY hadn't yet arrived. Dad and I both ordered Coke. They gave me a Diet Coke. Gee, good thing I wasn't already pissed off about the horrid service (I detest diet pop anything). Then we got our food, and I tasted mine...anybody ever chew on their pencil erasers when they got bored in class? That's what it tasted like. A steak sandwich should not taste like that. Then the server who had been ignoring us made someone else wait on us, and she actually seemed to be trying to do a pretty good job, all things considered. She sent my horrible food back and took it off the bill, discounted the drinks, discounted Jason's food (he got served long after me and Dad did), and I'm pretty sure she was going to let me order something else. I've never sent anything back that I've ordered at a restaurant before (except for some eggs that were undercooked, but I did eat them afterwards) I didn't WANT any more food that might have tasted like that. My brain hath mostly drawn blanks up to this point, but most of today was somewhat relaxing. Jason and my dad like talking about cars and sports. My eyes glaze over. Of course, dad and I did get to talking about the work his group is doing at SW, so it was Jason's turn for his eyes to glaze when free radicals came up. I am such a dork, I know. Incidentally, the dork needs to spend some time with the organic chem textbook.
And since I missed dinner (har har...), I'm hungry now too.
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that service sounds like the last time few times i went to the library. last time my parents came up, we just wound up leaving because after waiting over an hour, we STILL didn't have our sandwiches! it wasn't even like we ordered anything complicated.
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