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I ordered food from Hungry's today. HUGE mistake - well, until I finally got back to my desk and started eagerly shoveling down my beloved Black Bean Orzo Pasta Salad and cup of Black Bean with Pico de Gallo soup. Oh, and peed. Holy hell, I had to pee. It's just the Village is ridiculous during the lunch hour. Narrow streets coupled with small parking lots and loads of people (rich ones at that, ones who couldn't possibly care less that they are shitty, entitled drivers) = a pissy rubykate. I just need to stick to my "Only after 1 PM" rule when it comes to the Village from now on, but my hunger was like an angry, bitter thing since I didn't have dinner last night and a small breakfast this morning.
I did see Dr. Pest over there. He was having lunch with some lady who I know isn't his wife, but I'm sure it was a drug rep. There was no hanky panky, but he was certainly being charming with his Alan Alda voice (seriously, he sounds exactly like him, which is amusing considering I think AA is kind of a dick and a know-it-all. It's fitting) and his kickin' it old school preppy Penny Loafers. He is one of those people that is beyond abrasive and ten miles past out there yet totally brilliant, which is the only reason he's kept his job here all these years as he never curbs his tongue when it comes to the doctors here in our department or the so-called failings of this institution. (He once accused another doctor and his research nurse of being "Commies." People, I could not make this shit up if I tried.)
Then there was the guy who was cute (GORGEOUS eyes) but packaged in the way of Gael García Bernal, i.e. pocket-sized, and the sort of cute pink polo guy who had no problem staring and not smiling – a giant-sized peeve of mine, which has equal parts to do with the annoyance of someone (mostly guys in my experience) who just stare and stare like some pervert and my being Texas born and bred. (Something you should know should you ever find yourself in Texas: if you don't smile or make eye contact or at least greet someone [especially in response], you will be deemed a snooty, stuck up asshole/bitch [trust me, that's what everyone called me when I first started here and it was simply because I was shy]. Or a foreigner [and that means Yanks, too]. It's just a thing down here.)
And now I’m going to finish up lunch and start back on my special project. *WHINE*
I did see Dr. Pest over there. He was having lunch with some lady who I know isn't his wife, but I'm sure it was a drug rep. There was no hanky panky, but he was certainly being charming with his Alan Alda voice (seriously, he sounds exactly like him, which is amusing considering I think AA is kind of a dick and a know-it-all. It's fitting) and his kickin' it old school preppy Penny Loafers. He is one of those people that is beyond abrasive and ten miles past out there yet totally brilliant, which is the only reason he's kept his job here all these years as he never curbs his tongue when it comes to the doctors here in our department or the so-called failings of this institution. (He once accused another doctor and his research nurse of being "Commies." People, I could not make this shit up if I tried.)
Then there was the guy who was cute (GORGEOUS eyes) but packaged in the way of Gael García Bernal, i.e. pocket-sized, and the sort of cute pink polo guy who had no problem staring and not smiling – a giant-sized peeve of mine, which has equal parts to do with the annoyance of someone (mostly guys in my experience) who just stare and stare like some pervert and my being Texas born and bred. (Something you should know should you ever find yourself in Texas: if you don't smile or make eye contact or at least greet someone [especially in response], you will be deemed a snooty, stuck up asshole/bitch [trust me, that's what everyone called me when I first started here and it was simply because I was shy]. Or a foreigner [and that means Yanks, too]. It's just a thing down here.)
And now I’m going to finish up lunch and start back on my special project. *WHINE*
