So, I think boss J got me sick. I woke up this morning with a scratchy throat, and I mentioned it to boss J at work and she goes “Oh no, I hope I didn’t get you sick.” WHAT?? YOU’RE SICK?? “Yeah, I’ve been sick since last Thursday.” WHAT??? Um hello WE SHARED AN ENTIRE ITALIAN MEAL YESTERDAY. WTF. Wouldn’t you usually give fair warning and be like “Hey FYI I’m sick, not sure if you want to share food with me.” I mean, if it’s free, I probably would have eaten it anyway, but at least that way it would have been my own choice. If I’m sick through the holidays, I might have to say that I actually regret having had that free lunch with boss J. And then, the world as it is will be over.
Anyway, I would have been more pissed if it weren’t for the fact that one of our celebrity media trainers sent us an entire huge holiday gift basket of goodies and boss S brought us homemade brownies and toffee bark. That made up for my initial anger at my tentative sickness. I was sifting through the basket along with the rest of the office — while everyone else was immediately going for the chocolates and cookies, something else caught my eye: A PACKAGE OF SMOKED SALMON. OMG. MEAT. I snatched it in a second, but I didn’t really have to worry since apparently no one else was concerned with that packaged bag of smoked salmon packed full of preservatives. I showed all my team members what I had won and all the girls just looked at me with utter disgust and mumbled “SICK.” Yes, I was sick. But boy was that salmon fishily delicious.
Then for dinner roommate M made delicious pizza cupcakes again. Here’s roommate K’s artistic reaction when roommate M announced our dinner plans:
ME WANT-Y
And so I had 3 pizza cupcakes (of 1. ground beef, 2. mushrooms and 3. tomato/basil/mozzarella), accompanied by 4 glasses of wine, 2 multivitamins, 2 Zicams and 2 echinacea tablets.
Poverexic in NYC 