Thursday, March 23, 2006

Feed Me

Because my life is reduced to work, rehearsal, and sleep, I haven’t gone grocery shopping in a few weeks. I’m eating every meal at work. I’m not a light eater either. I pop to the fifth floor every few hours for something more to stuff in my ravenous maw. The cafeteria and convenience store staff have noticed the change in my habits. I’m on a first name basis with the girls in the convenience store. One of the cafeteria cashiers actually asked me if I was pregnant. They aren’t used to seeing me buy more than a cup of tea or a bottle of soda.

After the pregnancy comment, I’ve become very self-conscious of my food purchases. (And self-conscious about my figure. Do I LOOK pregnant?) I am embarrassed to be seen buying food every two hours, so I rotate where I make my purchases. First, I’ll hit the cafeteria. Later, I’ll visit the convenience store. Then, I’ll travel down six floors to the coffee shop. Just now, I polished off a salad and an Odwalla juice from the convenience store. I’m still starving and the cafeteria’s closed, so I’m left with the coffee shop or a vending machine.

Am I ridiculous or what? I suppose if it gets too bad, I could make the trek to one of the restaurants that surround our building. Mmmmmm….Skyline. Gotta go!


At 8:14 AM, Blogger Jenn said...

Here's one for you:

Wapsi Square. This particular story arc will make you nod.

At 1:03 PM, Blogger Scott in Washington said...

Next you'll be hoarding food in your desk - that is when it gets un-pretty quickly.


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