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I'm still finding it difficult to adjust to 5-days-a-week 9-to-5 working. I have cut down my online presence to the bone, even to the extent of removing Overheard in New York from my friends list. Very sad, as I always get a laugh out of it.
Last night I started looking at my friends list, not having done so since Tuesday evening because of my Lodge meeting Wednesday night. I had four pages (about 200 entries) to plow through. So, I have to figure out what to do. I fear that some friends may have to be temporarily sidelined. But, I cannot continue to spend all my non-work time on the computer, then watch the 10:00 news and fall into bed. I will continue to adjust until I get the balance right.
Farewell to those whom I've friended but will have to un-friend--you'll mostly be those who are syndicated from other blog sites or whom I haven't encountered in a while. No hard feelings, I hope.
On another note, I decided to walk to Subway for lunch this noon. I was going to get my favourite, a BMT, and decided impulsively while on line to get a foot-long as I was hungry.
The person taking orders gabbled something at me out of which I got "free drink". "Gabbled" is the only word I can use. He was not a native English speaker, I believe, and his accent was quite heavy. So I said "OK". Who wouldn't? I just wanted my sandwich.
As they put the meat on it, I realised what I'd agreed to. Double meat. OH. MY. GOD. When you get double meat it makes a pleasant, filling sandwich into a cholesterol bomb that is, really, so unpleasant to eat it makes you ill. But I didn't realise it until it was too late to stop them.
(PS Double meat, even though it gets you a free drink, also costs you nearly double the regular price: £6.70, or more than US$10.)
So I took it, got my drink, and attempted to eat. I had to remove some meat in order to choke it down, and the sandwich was so full that the sides were disintegrating along the fault lines baked into the bread.
So, never again. I looked on the menu board before I belched my way back to work and there was no mention of a "double meat" sandwich, nor its price. I'll still go to Subway, but my faith in it has been severely (burp!) shaken.
Last night I started looking at my friends list, not having done so since Tuesday evening because of my Lodge meeting Wednesday night. I had four pages (about 200 entries) to plow through. So, I have to figure out what to do. I fear that some friends may have to be temporarily sidelined. But, I cannot continue to spend all my non-work time on the computer, then watch the 10:00 news and fall into bed. I will continue to adjust until I get the balance right.
Farewell to those whom I've friended but will have to un-friend--you'll mostly be those who are syndicated from other blog sites or whom I haven't encountered in a while. No hard feelings, I hope.
On another note, I decided to walk to Subway for lunch this noon. I was going to get my favourite, a BMT, and decided impulsively while on line to get a foot-long as I was hungry.
The person taking orders gabbled something at me out of which I got "free drink". "Gabbled" is the only word I can use. He was not a native English speaker, I believe, and his accent was quite heavy. So I said "OK". Who wouldn't? I just wanted my sandwich.
As they put the meat on it, I realised what I'd agreed to. Double meat. OH. MY. GOD. When you get double meat it makes a pleasant, filling sandwich into a cholesterol bomb that is, really, so unpleasant to eat it makes you ill. But I didn't realise it until it was too late to stop them.
(PS Double meat, even though it gets you a free drink, also costs you nearly double the regular price: £6.70, or more than US$10.)
So I took it, got my drink, and attempted to eat. I had to remove some meat in order to choke it down, and the sandwich was so full that the sides were disintegrating along the fault lines baked into the bread.
So, never again. I looked on the menu board before I belched my way back to work and there was no mention of a "double meat" sandwich, nor its price. I'll still go to Subway, but my faith in it has been severely (burp!) shaken.
