One hundredth day of work selfie

After all that colour, I thought I would go back to classic black and white.  I got this dress from the Guess outlet store in Las Vegas last year.  It’s a really nice summer dress, but I don’t wear it that often because I don’t wear white that often.  Because I’m a messy person and white always gets dirty.  Like I just noticed a tiny blue spot at the bottom of the dress.  I have no idea what it is.  Nail polish maybe?  I can’t think of any other blue substance this dress may have come into contact with.  It’s very small and unnoticeable though, thankfully.  Wait, I think I’ve gone and stained it slightly in another spot with avocado from lunch.  Damnit.  I knew this would happen.

My black blazer is new.  I got it from Winners.  It was just so snazzy looking that I had to try it on.  I had intended to save it for the fall, but it was cool enough out today that I thought I would bring it out early.  Everyone needs a black blazer as part of their professional wardrobe.

I got my necklace from Sears and my earrings from Payless.  My shiny bracelet is from Car Free Day on Main Street and my shiny black ring is from Carnaval del Sol at Conford Pacific Place.  Black and white doesn’t have to be dull if you glam it up a bit.

A sign that I shouldn’t start blogging again

Today, being April Fool’s Day, life decided to play a cruel joke on me.  So yesterday when I got home from work, I made chicken, not because I wanted it for dinner, but because I wanted it for my lunch for today. Before I went to bed, I packed my lunch, a large container of rice, chicken, vegetables, and avocado. I was looking forward to it. Needless to say, I did not get to have it for lunch today. Did I forget it at home? No, that would be too easy. Where is my lunch now? Sitting on a bus somewhere. I left it on the damn bus. 

What’s particularly annoying is that I realized I’d forgotten it as soon as I got off, but by then it was too late. I watched the bus drive away, debating whether or not I should run after it. I work at a university, UBC to be specific. There’s a lot of construction, currently, and always, which makes it difficult to get around. At times, it can be like a massive obstacle course just getting from building to building. This being the case, I got off the bus at the stop before the bus loop, to save myself the time and effort of maneuvering around the construction in that area. Upon realizing what I left behind, I made my way to the bus loop, figuring that maybe, just maybe, I could flag down the bus before it left. Unfortunately for me, it took longer than I’d hoped, by the time I crossed the street twice and made my way over. 

Once there, I had no idea which bus was the bus I had been on, or if it was even still there. I saw a #43 bus, but it wasn’t the same #43 bus that I had been on. The loop is massive and buses are randomly parked and pulling up every which way. Some also change their number to NIS when they are parked, since they are not in service at the time. I tried to remember what the driver looked like, and I think I may have found the right bus. Sadly, I found it as it was driving away, out of the bus loop, and out of my life. Forever.

I called Translink but they have no direct contact with the drivers. I must have sounded so sad and pathetic reporting a lost lunch bag. But this wasn’t just any old lunch bag. In fact you would even know it was a lunch bag just by looking at it. It was one of those insulated ones that looks like a purse. When I would carry it around, it simply looked like it was a small purse. Not to mention the fork and the Tupperware container inside it. And the food. My food, damnit! I spent all day thinking about the great meal I could have had but didn’t. It doesn’t matter much in the grand scheme of things. But imagine if I had lost a twenty dollar bill on the bus instead. When you add up the cost of the bag and the food and everything, it’s basically the same thing. I also take care to prepare my lunch every day because I have some dietary restrictions which can make it difficult to find something suitable when eating out. I ended up having to buy a sad looking bagel sandwich, which was very unsatisfying.

 So yeah. First world problem at its finest. But why, you ask, should I take this as a sign that I shouldn’t start blogging again? Well, when I was getting off the bus, I was in the midst of publishing my previous blog post this morning. And that distraction is what caused me to be so neglectful as to forget my damn lunch purse on the ground beside my seat. For some reason, the WordPress app kept on logging me out of my account, as I tried desperately to save and publish my post. I managed to do so, but at what cost?

I suppose it could have also happened in order to give my something random and unnewsworthy to blog about right now. But it’s not as if I’m going to run out of material anytime soon.

I ate my lunch on the bus

In effort to save money and trouble, I try as often as I possibly can to bring a lunch from home. That way I don’t have to figure out a place to go to buy it and then waste time going to said establishment and lining up and having to choose between options that I don’t really want.

The last couple days I neglected to make a lunch, as there was really nothing much at home I felt like having. A grocery shopping trip is definitely in order. As a result, I ended up with lunches I wasn’t happy with. I went to the Pita Pit, where the turkey pita I got was good. But I should have bought a larger size, as it wasn’t actually that filling. And the next day I went to The Moon, where I got lemon chicken and chow mein. Which wasn’t that great. It’s really not the place to go if you want good Chinese food. But it was there. So I went.

So last night I decided not to be lazy and I made myself a wrap before I went to bed. Tuna, olives, mushrooms, rice, and cheese. I would have liked to add lettuce as well, but alas, we had none. I know rice seems like an odd addition. But whatever.

Herein lies the problem. In the morning, I often don’t have time for breakfast. Sometimes I have just enough time to grab a muffin or a bun before heading out the door, other times not so much. And other times there are no muffins nor buns. So all I have time to do is retrieve my lunch from the fridge and make a mad dash for the bus stop. Such was the case this morning.

And so as I sit here on the bus, I’ve already eaten half the wrap. But I’ve stopped myself in effort to save the remainder for when it’s actually time for lunch. I guess this is at least better than the times when I’ve forgotten my lunch at home. But either way, I’m left without food in the middle of the day. It’s still early, and with each passing minute, the chance that my half a lunch will still be here at lunchtime gets slimmer and slimmer. Which is the opposite of what I’ll get if I keep eating so much.