Archive | January, 2009

Friday 1/30

30 Jan

Poor roommate G is sick as a dog. It killed me when he ordered Chinese last night because I knew how dangerous it would be to take a bite of flu-infected food. But some things are worth the risk.

I kept a close eye on him the entire time we were watching American Idol. He offered me some of his fried calamari, and luckily I got to it first before he had touched any of it, so I scored a few bites (!!!). Half hour later, he put his fried calamari and Beef Kung Pow or whatever the fuck that was down, and he had barely finished half of each dish. It was killing me that he was contagiously sick. He had already gotten our other roommate L sick too.

An hour later, he still hadn’t even opened his small box of white rice. I waited until he finally got off the couch to yell CAN I HAVE YOUR WHITE RICE. Of course the answer was yes (99.5% success rate, especially because I was way over my usual “10-minute” rule).

Hours later after we had finished watching Idol, The Office and 30 Rock (good rerun) and some other random shit, G opens up the empty brown takeout bag and reaches for the only-half-empty container of fried calamari.


G: What the fuck is your problem?!?!??!??!??!

me: What the fuck is YOUR problem were you going to throw all that away?!?!?!??!??!?!

G: okokok fine you can have it.

me: Oh shit… wait… you’re sick though.

G: I’m not contagious.

me: You got L sick.

G: I fucked my gf and she’s not sick.

me: Ok, good enough.

In conclusion, I’ve got some really great Chinese food to look forward to this weekend. TGIF!

Thursday 1/29

29 Jan

12:41 pm

SO HUNGRY but just saw a food cart roll by going into a meeting, which means there will eventually be leftovers. I’m assuming the meeting will be out in a few hours, so just gotta hold on for a bit longer. To tide me over until then, I ate an alfajor that I still had from when I went to Argentina over Thanksgiving. Alfajores are delicious Argentine cookies that have dulce de leche in them, and they are like my fav things in the world, so I never give them out to friends… except for this one time when I stole some dude’s v card, I felt so bad that I offered him my last alfajor (meant a lot to me). But he didn’t appreciate it at all!!! He said he didn’t want it!!! What is up with that?!?!?!

1:54 pm

Oh no. Just checked the meeting room tracker, and looks like the meeting’s not over till 3pm. Shit.

4:06 pm

Meeting is out!!!  Coworker P stole half a leftover chicken caesar salad wrap for me  – YES!!!

Wednesday 1/28

28 Jan

2:15 pm

Coworker gave me her leftover box of mango passion cereal!!!!!!!!!!!  What the fuck is mango passion cereal who knows but I don’t care?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!  Apparently it was originally my other coworker’s cereal, and she thought it was disgusting, so she gave it to my other coworker, and she thought it was disgusting, so she gave it to me.  I love being at the bottom of the food chain.

8:55 pm

I love working late because I get to expense my dinner.  FREE DINNER!!!!!!!!!  Who would mind working an extra two hours every night if you get free dinner?!!??!?!  I should have become an i-banker.

Friday 1/23

23 Jan

Last night was – in the words of Michael Scott of Dunder Mifflin – bittersweet. I hate bittersweet.

The night started out sweet when roommate L cooked the most dericious dinner ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!! chicken doused in red wine, fettuccine with shrimp, olives, mushrooms and truffle oil SSSSSOOOOOOOOOOO DERICIOUSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! Now I’m good to go for a week without eating (though there are leftovers for tonight, yes!).

Then the night turned bitter. Was going to go to this charity thing, but got word that the party was dying down. And I absolutely hate charities for obvious reasons (that being, if I don’t even have enough money to feed myself, why would I give money to organizations I don’t give a shit about).

Then, I went to the Ivy League Football Association afterparty at Bull and Bear, which I was so excited about because I hadn’t juiced in exactly one week. (Stomach was stuffed at this point but more important thing was not.) Went there so excited like a kid walking into Dylan’s Candy Bar, only to find very few of the Kong football type and very many of the old grandparent type. I wanted to cry. It was so upsetting. The only good part to this night was when W graciously gave me a sip of her $18.50 dirty martini, and M generously gave me half of her $18.50 vodka soda because she was already wasted and a lightweight. Why a dirty martini and a vodka soda were the same price, none of us know. Needless to say, we only left a $1.50 tip on those drinks because by that point, all of us had become poverexic.

6:25 pm

I am so incredibly bloated.  I wasn’t kidding when I said L’s dinner would keep me full for a week.  I was bloated all morning, then I had my usual cup of coffee, then scored 4 cups of white cheddar popcorn from a meeting and some pringles, then had half of a leftover veggie sandwich that I found on the cafe table (not so great), then had 2 additional cups of coffee.  The greatest thing is, I’m so bloated that I’m not even hungry for dinner.  Yes!

Thursday 1/22

22 Jan

10:42 am


I sense another office contest win, and another $20 gift card to feed myself!!!

11:08 am

DONUTS AT THE OFFICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

11:10 am

IM from coworker:

C: S yesterday said there would be food today
L: donuts
C: i think there is real food later
3:40 pm
gchat from roommate:
3:40 PM L:
btw, dont have dinner tonight
3:41 PM im picking up goodness at wholefoods and cooking up something redic
me: OMGOMGOMGOMOGMOGMOGMOGMOGMOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG YOU ARE THE BEST ROOMMATE EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday 1/21

21 Jan

1:36 pm

Just finished those leftover fried dumprings and white rice from Monday.  The only thing I ate yesterday were the duck shreds; I’m really good at spacing out all my leftovers so they last as long as possible.  Today, though, when I opened the takeout box, I realized one of the dumprings was half-eaten.  A little disappointing, but beggars really can’t be choosers.  That box of white rice really went surprisingly far, though – I am ridiculously full now.

11:15 pm


Tuesday 1/20

20 Jan

9:21 am

I miss the days when I used to eat breakfast. I remember I used to buy a bagel every single morning from the bagel stand in front of my office. Those were the days. I became such great friends with the bagel guy – his name was Sean, or some foreign name that sounded like Sean, and he absolutely adored me. He even invited me out to Foxwoods on the weekends, and as much as my blackjack-loving self wanted to take him up on the offer, I thought it’d be a bit sketch. Anyway, I couldn’t do that any longer. I was spending $1/day = $5/week = $20/month!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This had to stop. So I stopped eating breakfast when I switched jobs and never saw Sean or whatever again. Bye-bye free Foxwoods trip. So sad because I cherish free gifts in life. As they say, the best things in life are free – free food, free drinks, free gambling chips.

12:02 pm

gchat from L at 12:02 pm:

I’ve got a new term that is perfect for your Poverexia blog:  pauperemia – defined as living on financially stable people’s waste.


“L, I ate $30 worth of Chinese food today – do you want this leftover rotten lo mein?”

L: “Hells yes!!!”