Work is work, lunch is not
I usually try to keep work issues separate from personal issues, with the exception of blogging during office hours. I'm currently somewhere in between dying of boredom and having holiday mood, and therefore I simply have to blog.
I'm going to blog about my colleague, Linus, who came to Paris with me. Linus is reputedly the smallest guy in my office with regards to stature. And he has a proportionally small appetite. We usually cook our meals together because it's easier to cook for 2 rather than for 1.
But I made a mistake. Linus and I only made 1.5.
He doesn't realise I need to eat more than he does to sustain my body, nor does he remember it. Whenever we plan our meals, he'll make a suggestion first. Following which I'll say, "Yeah, that's enough for you alone."
Is it that difficult to remember I need to eat more than he does?? 3 weeks together in Paris already, and yet I have to remind him constantly. 2 pieces of bread for breakfast. The end. I ate more than that as an adolescent. That's not all - 2 more pieces of bread for lunch.
"Oh, if that's not enough for you, you can always buy pastries from any shop we pass by outisde", he says cheerfully.
Hello, I need more than just carbohydrates in my diet. Shall refrain from making evil remarks on his height in my blog.
Worst thing that happened, is that he forgot to bring a can of tuna to the office for lunch today. He's been starving me ever since we got here, and he had the nerve to say, "I'm trying to help you cut down on expenses!" And now this.
Someone stop me from cooking him for lunch.
Endnote: Lunch affairs are considered personal and thus I'm putting it down in my blog. Linus and I have been and are still on good terms, but that doesn't make me want to throttle him any less for forgetting the tuna.
I'm going to blog about my colleague, Linus, who came to Paris with me. Linus is reputedly the smallest guy in my office with regards to stature. And he has a proportionally small appetite. We usually cook our meals together because it's easier to cook for 2 rather than for 1.
But I made a mistake. Linus and I only made 1.5.
He doesn't realise I need to eat more than he does to sustain my body, nor does he remember it. Whenever we plan our meals, he'll make a suggestion first. Following which I'll say, "Yeah, that's enough for you alone."
Is it that difficult to remember I need to eat more than he does?? 3 weeks together in Paris already, and yet I have to remind him constantly. 2 pieces of bread for breakfast. The end. I ate more than that as an adolescent. That's not all - 2 more pieces of bread for lunch.
"Oh, if that's not enough for you, you can always buy pastries from any shop we pass by outisde", he says cheerfully.
Hello, I need more than just carbohydrates in my diet. Shall refrain from making evil remarks on his height in my blog.
Worst thing that happened, is that he forgot to bring a can of tuna to the office for lunch today. He's been starving me ever since we got here, and he had the nerve to say, "I'm trying to help you cut down on expenses!" And now this.
Someone stop me from cooking him for lunch.
Endnote: Lunch affairs are considered personal and thus I'm putting it down in my blog. Linus and I have been and are still on good terms, but that doesn't make me want to throttle him any less for forgetting the tuna.
posted by Tengkia | 5:52 pm
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Aiyo, why he like tat. He gota acknowledge the fact tat our Tengkia has a 无底洞 stomach. Itz not abt $, itz a abt statisfaction of attaining the feeling of fullness.
Never mind ah... u come back we go 食字路口 one of these days. hehehe...
hmm, so now u must prep ya own rations. I would suggest cereals. Those oatmeal kind best. Put in a bottle & can eat in office when ya hungry. My fav healthy snack in office nowsaday. :)
十字路口! How I miss that! Yeah, we should really do that one day when I'm back. Miss those funa and crazy days...
I did bring my own rations, but they're a kind of French biscuits called "cigarettes". I absolutely love its texture.
Trying to stop my waist line from growing too rapidly, so I'm also cutting down on food intake.
Hey kid. Since your waist line is getting bigger, you should thank him for helping you to cut down on food. Hee hee.
I prefer to 'diet' and not 'starve'.
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