In the Slipstream

It’s my office week. Stuck here for 5 long days. 40 hours of aggravation. I’m beginning to wonder if I didn’t start this blog as some sort of distraction from all the lunacy that is my office. It’s a miracle of sorts that I have not yet lost my mind. I find myself looking out the window and wishing I was anywhere but here. What is it that I am wishing myself away from, you ask? South Park reenactments, narcissistic gibberish, disgruntled cursing, brainless e-mail request, buzzers buzzing, sunflowers spitting, etc. A cacophony of sounds that chip away at my sanity.

I do try and find some humor while I’m here. I have to look at this as a comedy. For instance, the word for the week was a profanity. I’ll do my best to not use foul language while blogging, so let’s just censor: “B***S***”. I should begin a tally to see how many times that phrase is uttered. I think even I would be surprised by the final count. I say it’s the word of the week. It’s actually every week. “This is B*** S***” needs to be sewn into this man’s shirts. Unfortunately, embroidery isn’t one of my skills. I’ll leave that to someone else.

The lazy Llama had himself a week. His pride was wounded. Humiliated by his careless mistake. Shamed by laugher. A blunder which he shall carry as long as he works here. And I couldn’t stop laughing. I try not to find pleasure from another person’s misfortune, but in this moment it was an impossibility. How quickly he gained new nicknames. Aquaman and Water Boy. I’ve heard both. But he will always be the Llama. I can honestly say that at the time my heart went out to the guy. By the end of the day I wanted to kick him.

And what would a week be without my dear friend. How could I get by without her? Just when I think that I’ve made it, there she is! Never letting me down. Since April 17^th 2018 she has been consistently bringing joy into my life, never missing a week. Always brightening my day. Ever good for a laugh, my dear friend. I was in a state of melancholy all week unsure what the cause. Suddenly an e-mail notification! The sadness washed away. A warmth returned to my heart. Oh happy day! All thanks to my dear, dear friend.

Major part of my office week involves my dealings with the facility folk. The stories that I hear. It’s always something. They come to chat. To vent about work. The hoops that they jump through to keep this place running. And the lack of appreciation that they feel they receive. These guys make me laugh. So many characters over here. A circus.

Thank the lord for our office communication app, Jabber, on these weeks. If I wasn’t able to silently vent to my friends across campus I would probably end up a shell of a man by Friday. Bless them! Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy working here. I have made some good friends. I have flexibility. The positives outweigh the negatives. It’s only this week that I despise. But I will continue to roll with the wind and laugh when I can. Next week I’ll try and veer away from work. But having been inside the office all week…

Jalapeños:

Grilled chicken w/ a white wine sauce accompanied by sweet kale salad and sweet potato. The sauce is one that I have not been able to find for about a year. I finally broke down and payed $20 for it to be shipped to me. I will have to make this last.

Grilled tuna & seaweed salad. I eat meal this a lot. Bekah can’t stand seaweed. The sauce is a sweet soy reduction. A little sriracha for good measure.

Chipotle chicken & salad. I’ll make this again. Simple. McCormick package. I have a bad habit of turning my nose to season packets and I should probably work on that. This one really surprised me. Thanks Jamie!

Enchilada bunless burger? Sure! Seems like the perfect opportunity for a fried egg.

Bekah was gone Friday so I wanted extra heat. I had a hard time trying to figure out what I could make that I normally wouldn’t be able to due to spice limitations. Then I remembered that I have a bottle of BWW’s mango habanero sauce. Grilled chicken baste with the sauce. Made a mango pico. This one did the trick. My mouth was on fire. I suppose this is how Bekah feels? Good to know!