One of my employees has a penchant for... Well, food. Mmmm, food. Today she bought me a smoothie. Which is the second time in three days she has done that.
I want to hit her. I don't, for three reasons. One, because I'm her boss and I think smacking your employees is frowned upon in certain circles - namely the circles that sign my paychecks. Two, I really, really adore her. And three, she is a heavily tattooed ex-heroin addict who could easily pummel my face into the ground even though I have about eight inches on her.
(The employee is Zoe, btw. She's in the post about horseshoe crabs.)
I want to hit her. I don't, for three reasons. One, because I'm her boss and I think smacking your employees is frowned upon in certain circles - namely the circles that sign my paychecks. Two, I really, really adore her. And three, she is a heavily tattooed ex-heroin addict who could easily pummel my face into the ground even though I have about eight inches on her.
(The employee is Zoe, btw. She's in the post about horseshoe crabs.)
So, today I had a stupid amount of food. Fuckitall.
- Soy Chai Smoothie - 530
- Zucchini Marinara - 110
- Broccoli - 60
- Whole Grain Wheat Thins - 140
- Crystal Light - 10
TOTAL: 850 kcals
God damn everything. God damn that smoothie thing. It was the difference between having 850 kcals today, and having only 320. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
I got looked at funny while I sat around figuring out the calories in it. It was a chore, let me tell you. First of all, she got me a medium, and the store only posts the nutritional information for smalls. And then, they post the info for using whole or skim milk - not soy. So I took the difference in calories between whole and skim versions to figure out the quantity of milk in the drink. Then I adjusted the caloire amounts based on the brand of soymilk they used, calculated that out for a medium drink by scaling up, and to top it off, I didn't drink the final 1.5 ounces of the drink (which, yes, I weighed on a food scale to see how much I was throwing away). Anyway, it was 530 calories of delicious hell.
Oh, and I almost fainted at work. Who the fuck almost faints on 850 calories? Fuck fuck fuck, it's just pathetic.
Tomorrow I have work. Worky worky work. Friday and Satruday I SHOULD have off, but Saturday might be a bust. Friday, at least, I'm going to go shopping and cook myself a whole bunch of ED-friendly foodstuffs.
Oh, except my roommate wants to take me out to dinner. GOD DAMMIT, I had forgotten about that for a minute.
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