Monday, April 7
This weekend I was finally able to try a tuna recipe that I've had in my purse notebook forever and a day.
See, I'm kinda odd that I'll tear things out of magazines and carry them around with me as a reminder to try it, buy it or be inspired from it. A loooong time ago, Real Simple did a story on different tuna variations. The kalmata olive and red onion recipe sounded do yum, I've been carrying it around and finally this weekend I said no more. I made it, yum and brought it to work.
I hate soggy bread, so I toast my bread in the morning, store it in a separate Tupperware dish and keep the tuna in its own dish. What I forgot was a fork/spoon/knife to transfer the tuna to the bread. And since I am that lazy (not really, I was just really into the internet at this moment in time) I used an expired gift card that's also been lingering in my purse for too long.
I just knew it needed a farewell dip into yummy tuna before making to a trash bin. The story does not end there. I licked the giftcard. Don't ask. I can't stand to see yummy things go to waste. Just as I pulled away from the lick, my boss popped her head in...uh oh. Caught. How embarrassing.
Licking tuna off a giftcard. How will I look her in the face again? She hired a giftcard licker! Licking tuna. I don't think it'd be too embarrassing if it was buttercream frosting because that's totally reasonable & excusable, no?
It totally wouldn't have been embarrassing if it wasn't a giftcard that she gave me!
And something else embarrassing that's happening at work: me, asleep.
I can guarantee you if you schedule a meeting with me after 1:30pm I will semi-doze off. I will. I don't know what it is. It's not like I don't get enough sleep and I'm always full of energy. But place me in a conference/meeting room in the afternoon and zzzzz. It's so embarrassing.
I'm sure I look half crazy because get this - I'll still be taking notes, half asleep. The notes look like the worst chicken scratching ever, but they are there, proof I was, at least, semi-conscious. Does anyone have a cure for this?
I'm thinking I need to bring in a cupcake a day. You know for that sugar burst or just some happy happy. It also may be that I really despise marketing. Whoa, what? Isn’t that what you do? No, I do PR. And for the record, they are two completely different subjects. I don't like it when people think they are one in the same. Unh unh. I have a degree in PR. I loathe marketing. Half my job is, ha ha ha, the majority of my job is marketing.
I'll blog it out sometime just to explain my new found hate of marketing but I absolutely love, love, love my boss. I don't love her so much that I'm willing to put up with the marketing. Note, that.
But I love her enough that I want to show her that I'm not some gift card licking, half asleep employee.