So, yesterday I worked 10 hours. I’m not looking for sympathy, because plenty of people work harder and longer than I do, and blah blah. I’m just saying. That’s a lot of data entry. I did have a break in the middle where I had to help dispatch lunch and take phone orders, but that wasn’t really much respite since I hate doing those things. It was okay since Audrey was here, though.
After lunch was over I left to take my own lunch. I went home and had yet another frozen dinner. Those things are good for keeping me within my calorie limits! On my way back to work I stopped at R. Gabriel’s and got a smoothie and an apple. (I ate the apple this morning.) The girl at R. Gabriel’s either had a really good bra, or she just naturally has fabulous breasts. I don’t think I was successful in trying not to stare at them.
I worked until around 6:20 or so, then finally left, because Sean had called me asking about dinner. We decided on Chinese, so instead of going home I drove out to Sun Kwong on Belair. Instead of driving up Bobby Jones and taking I-20, I took Washington Road to Columbia (via Flowing Wells, because the turn onto Columbia was a mess of traffic), then drove out to Belair and turned left. I don’t know if that’s faster or not. I do know there were a lot of morons on the road at rush hour yesterday.
I guess I was hungry because I ordered way too much food. The shrimp lo mein is in our refrigerator, unopened. I had sweet and sour chicken with white rice, and Sean had the almond chicken combo with fried rice and an egg roll, and we shared the cream cheese wontons (which were faboo). While we ate we watched A Fistful of Dollars, which I had never seen, and which is a fabulous movie. We bought the boxed set of the Man with No Name movies from Amazon, so hopefully we’ll watch the next one soon.
While we watched, I demonstrated yet again my complete lack of culture:
Me: Bad, bad dubbing.
Sean: It’s hard to believe that this movie was completely in Italian before.
Me: …even his [Eastwood’s] lines?
Sean: Yeah. He had to go back in later and dub everything.
Me: …so they’re called “Spaghetti Westerns” because they were made in Italy?
Sean: Yeah. It was supposed to be derogatory, but–
Me: –but they turned out to be the best Westerns ever!
Sean: Pretty much.
I seem to miss all these things that everyone else knows, somehow. (Probably because of how I have been afraid of R-rated movies for most of my life.) Anyway, I’ve been enlightened.
After that, it was pretty much time for bed, so I went to bed.
This morning I did not want to get up. C’est la vie…but it’s almost Friday, right?