i went to lunch today
not the normal type of lunch i do everyday. the normal lunch i have is by myself and costs $5, $6 at most. the normal lunch is from one of the three cheap lunch eats here in harvard square. no cheaps eats for me today.
today i was taken to lunch. i was taken to lunch by a faculty member i work with and a student. i wasn’t paying so i ordered the calamari for an appetizer and the mahi mahi for my entre. we’re already at $32 so far, just for me. i saved the faculty member about $20 in drinks because i don’t drink alcohol, ever. instead i ordered iced tea at $2 a pop. i also don’t eat dessert that much so i saved her another $9, but i did get a $2.50 cup of coffee. now we’re at almost $40 without tip. lunch was good. conversation was not so good.
so say you’re taken to lunch by a faculty member whom you work with but share little else. say you also go with a 5th year doctoral student of hers. say you go to a really expensive place where there are other really important people having lunch on the university check. say you know nothing or care nothing about the conversation they’re trying to start about bla bla bla. how fun could this be? you feel out of place and fight like crazy to not show boredom.
i tried, i did. but it was hard. you listen to them talk about their research. then you watch them listen to you. then you listen to them watch you.
you talk about how you might try to get down to foxwoods this weekend for a little poker action. you talk about how you’re tired of not getting any playable hands and that maybe this weekend that will change. not the same.
you want to talk about how itunes needs a little script window that tells you the words of the song as it plays. you want to ask them what they’re favorite best-of craigslist entry is from this week. you want to ask them if they think there is a better word out there than the word “fuck.” but you really want to ask them if they’ve ever thought seriously about shaving their ass. this is just not the same as what they want to talk about.
but tomorrow i’ll be having my normal $5 lunch by myself that i can enjoy in peace and quiet. i’m not telling you where, i’m looking forward to no conversation.
today i was taken to lunch. i was taken to lunch by a faculty member i work with and a student. i wasn’t paying so i ordered the calamari for an appetizer and the mahi mahi for my entre. we’re already at $32 so far, just for me. i saved the faculty member about $20 in drinks because i don’t drink alcohol, ever. instead i ordered iced tea at $2 a pop. i also don’t eat dessert that much so i saved her another $9, but i did get a $2.50 cup of coffee. now we’re at almost $40 without tip. lunch was good. conversation was not so good.
so say you’re taken to lunch by a faculty member whom you work with but share little else. say you also go with a 5th year doctoral student of hers. say you go to a really expensive place where there are other really important people having lunch on the university check. say you know nothing or care nothing about the conversation they’re trying to start about bla bla bla. how fun could this be? you feel out of place and fight like crazy to not show boredom.
i tried, i did. but it was hard. you listen to them talk about their research. then you watch them listen to you. then you listen to them watch you.
you talk about how you might try to get down to foxwoods this weekend for a little poker action. you talk about how you’re tired of not getting any playable hands and that maybe this weekend that will change. not the same.
you want to talk about how itunes needs a little script window that tells you the words of the song as it plays. you want to ask them what they’re favorite best-of craigslist entry is from this week. you want to ask them if they think there is a better word out there than the word “fuck.” but you really want to ask them if they’ve ever thought seriously about shaving their ass. this is just not the same as what they want to talk about.
but tomorrow i’ll be having my normal $5 lunch by myself that i can enjoy in peace and quiet. i’m not telling you where, i’m looking forward to no conversation.
thrown together by raz at 1:12 PM
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