*waves while jumping up and down*
I been takin' a stroll down memory lane for MomVee, runnin' myself ragged at work, and doin' all sort of stuff to distract me from life's big questions that loom large right behind my left shoulder.
For example ... I played Texas Hold 'Em for the first time in my life last weekend.
I did some much needed laundry and I actually started to clean and organize my room a little.
... and I went to the automat and had some of the nastiest food that you can buy for a handful of quarters.
"A kiss may be grand but it
won't pay the rental on your humble flat,
Or help you at the automat."
The automat is an obsolete concept in food retail. It's a restaurant that is a bank of vending machines, essentially. Between you and the people who are preparing and serving your food is a wall of little shelves with windows. The food is placed into these shelves. You peer through the windows to see if they have what you want. You put money into the coin slot, open the window, and take your food. It's designed for those who just really can't deal with interacting with other human beings. The antecedent to the self-checkout lane at the supermarket. you know how I love out dated visions of the future. But besides piping in excellent club music and the erie pink neon lights I was a little disappointed in my recent foray into revisionist history.
The Thai food in Jackson Heights on the other hand is spicy as spicy can be and quite enjoyable.
I came to the realization today that the job I currently inhabit requires the ability to multi-task and strong organizational skills. Neither (none?) of which is exactly my strength.
I compensate for this with my currently distracted, scatterbrained and abstracted state. My ADD has me juggling bunches of things in my head in a constant rotation.