I really like English muffins. They’re my ideal toast and they make my sandwiches taste good. So one day someone asked me, if English muffins are English, do they just call them muffins in England?
So I had to ask my trusty British colleague about this, and as it turns out, English muffins in England are actually called crumpets. Isn’t that awesome?? CRUMPETS. I love the word. Germ doesn’t agree but I love how it sounds so Enid Blyton.
‘Would you like some tea and crumpets?’
‘Jolly well!’
Ok I realise this may not be very exciting for you, especially if you don’t even like English muffins. But contemplating crumpets is way more fun than working over time!
Gmail and Facebook are both going nuts on me. I’m a bit worried that it’s just me. The other day I was trying to visit my old deep-ice blog, and my computer warned me that it was a danger site, but I went anyway. Now I’m all paranoid that my computer is infected with something =(
In other news, BART is going on strike on Monday (there are some spelling errors in the article but it’s suitably angry). Bloody idiots. Guess it gives me an excuse to work from home for a day at least, but I’m super busy next week and can’t really afford to be out of the office too much. They better settle this soon. My time is too precious to be dealing with this shit!
I was reading old journal entries last night, and realised that I’d written about so many things that I’ve already forgotten about. I’m glad they’re recorded somewhere. So I’m inspired to write more frequently now. We’ll see how long this lasts!!
Not sure how many of you remember our friend Raymond, the chao bin (sp??) guy who used to work in Sweetheart Cafe in Berkeley. In recent years we stopped seeing him there, and figured he’d move on. Then last year I went to Sweetheart Cafe in SF Chinatown, and guess what? There was dear old Raymond behind the counter, serving bbt with his usual sour disposition! So I figured, hey he got transferred to the SF branch, it sounds like a promotion right? Good for him!
Then last week, Germ and I visit the new Berkeley Bowl on 9th and Ashby. We are disoriented with the new layout, annoyed with the slow lunch meat people, and anticipate the same subpar service at the cheese counter. So we’re standing around waiting for our cheese, when what should cross our line of vision but that ever present frown framed by that oh so familiar fobby centre parting? It is Raymond, now arranging dairy products at the Cheese Island!
What a mystery. Has he been fired from the Sweetheart chain or is this just a weekend stint? Has he finally moved on to better things and healthier food products? Is this the last we’ll see of him??
We may never find out.
I really really really really really don’t want to be working right now. I shouldn’t complain. I left work at 6:30, had good Indian food for dinner and Ici for dessert, got distracted looking at photos on Facebook and returned to my laptop at 11pm. So I’ve only really been working for 15 minutes. But it doesn’t change the fact that I really really really really really don’t want to be working right now.
So I was looking up restaurants for dinner this Thursday (it will be a fun event but I’ll only talk about it if it produces good results). This restaurant looked really promising (4 stars on Yelp! with 217 reviews), then I clicked on the restaurant’s website here.
….. Ok. How credible is a place that apparently doesn’t pay its website bills??
I’m a bad person. A friend just called me crying because her boyfriend had broken up with her. She said she didn’t know who else to call, and I failed her by being totally useless. I didn’t know what to say at all (plus she was crying so hard that at some points I couldn’t really tell what she was saying, so I might’ve ended up giving wrong responses) I tried to give some cheering up advice that probably added zero value.
Sigh. How depressing. What does one say in such a situation? On one hand I’m really sad for her because I know how much she cares about him. On the other hand, I think it’s probably a good thing considering how unhappy they’ve both been. Which made it even harder to say something meaningful, so all I ended up being able to say was It’ll be ok.
Then I hung up after 8.5 minutes. Well, I didn’t hang up, she made the move to hang up and I didn’t really object. Was I supposed to object? Should I really let her cry it out on her own over the weekend? Should I have been more insistent about hanging out tomorrow so she wouldn’t spend it moping at home? Or maybe what she really needs is to cry it out of her system and move on with life?
It’s a really crappy feeling wanting to help and not being able to do a thing =(
You probably can’t tell, but this whole blogging interfaced got entirely revamped! How cool! Way to go Jimmy =)
Anyway I got inspired to write something after reading someone else’s blog. But I have nothing much to say. Aside from the fact that my last best friend at work quit on Monday. I’m not as devastated as I thought I would be, but it’s probably because I’m still in denial. Not to mention he’s left me a shitload of work and I spend all my time at work going insane with stress and worrying that I’m going to drop the ball on something and send all my projects to hell because no one else ever seems to be paying attention.
That was a really long sentence of complaint. Also, I decided to try using peanut sauce as salad dressing today and it turned out crappy. I’m sticking to my trusty soy sauce mixture. None of this premade BS.
Gah. Give me my weekend already!
