So Ubes and I had The Budget Talk this weekend. I hate that talk, don't you? And really it was mostly him talking and me listening and nodding and saying things like "I know, you're right." and "I guess I don't need to buy both chocolate milk and white milk for the kids." and "Oh no! I would rather do without electricity than limit the amount of texts I can send or receive."
Sigh. So yeah. Good times.
So The Budget Talk has resulted in me skipping my morning trip to Sonic. For two whole entire days in a row. Oh diet coke with vanilla, how I miss you.... I have also been taking my lunch to work. Which I don't enjoy. For several reasons. First, food from your house just doesn't taste as good as food from somewhere else. Right? I don't know why but my sandwiches just don't have the same level of deliciousness as those at Paradise Bakery. And they don't come with a warm and gooey fresh baked cookie either.
Secondly, (which is kind of moot because I think I just made the most valid point in the paragraph above, ie, fresh baked cookie) eating lunch at work means not leaving the building. Which means you are still in the building. Which means if someone needs you for anything . . . they can still find you.
"She's at lunch."
"She's in the break room eating a lean cuisine."
See what's happening here? I am still accessible. Which means, I AM NOT REALLY TAKING A LUNCH. And before I know it I am no longer alone in the break room reading my book and choking down formerly frozen fettuccine, but I am surrounded by coworkers asking about my weekend and where I got my super cute shoes and what's the grace period for CD rollovers and crap like that. I mean I know I am totally fun and live this super awesome exciting life, but come on! Let me enjoy my sodium filled, definitely lean but not even close to cuisine ALONE!!
(And I know what you are thinking, but I don't want to be that weird girl who eats lunch in her car. I'm afraid of that girl. I mean, what is she doing in there? Plus it's no longer in the budget for me to waste gas idling for a half hour with the A/C on.)
Third, the microwave at work makes weird noises. What kind of weird? Well, I fully expected my food to be green and glowing from unhealthy levels of radiation, that kind of weird. And don't even get me started on how dirty the inside of it is. And we all know how I feel about that.
So the only thing enjoyable about taking my lunch to work is my adorable Vera Bradley lunch tote. It doesn't make the food taste better, but it looks so cute swinging from my hand as I walk in the building.
Oh and the saving money thing is good too. Because I would rather stick needles in my eye than keep having The Budget Talk. The Budget Talk is never cute. No matter how you package it.