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May. 21st, 2009 11:41 amSo, who's eating a whole coffee cake while on a diet? Yeah, I'm bad. But it's not my fault.
So, I was in class on Tuesday. The Business School building shares its bottom floor with a Panera. I have a three-hour evening class, and half-way through, the instructor gives us a fifteen minute break. Not surprisingly, a lot of us make a bee line for Panera. I wanted something sweet, and the thing I thought looked best in their bakery was the coffee cake. So I go and order a piece. And the girl says, "You want the coffee cake?" And I say, "Yeah." And it's late; I've already been sitting through over an hour of truly mind-numbing accounting fundamental concepts. I'm zoned out. So I don't actually pay any mind when she charges me six bucks. Then she says, "You want it in a box?" And, still thoroughly zoned out, I say, "Yeah." Well, she then proceeds to take about three minutes putting this box together, and I'm still zoned out and thinking, "Huh. Why did she want to put it in a box in the first place? I'll have to remember not to agree to it next time. My little piece of cake isn't worth all this, and my that's a big box for a little piece of cake." The girl then picks up the whole cake, and I think, "Oh shit."
So, now I have a whole coffee cake, which is quite delicious, but which I should not be eating by myself. But I'm not seeing anyone I can foist it off on till Saturday. By which time it will be either stale or gone. Probably gone, the way I keep sneaking "just one more piece." I'm trying to be serious about this diet, but it's being sabotaged... by FATE. Or me. I can't tell.
Aside from getting a hold of a copy of The Smartest Guys in the Room: The Amazing Rise and Scandalous Fall of Enron, which my professor recommended, and which is so far surprisingly interesting, the coffee cake incident was the most exciting thing that has happened all week. This says something about my week, I think.
Back to laundry.
So, I was in class on Tuesday. The Business School building shares its bottom floor with a Panera. I have a three-hour evening class, and half-way through, the instructor gives us a fifteen minute break. Not surprisingly, a lot of us make a bee line for Panera. I wanted something sweet, and the thing I thought looked best in their bakery was the coffee cake. So I go and order a piece. And the girl says, "You want the coffee cake?" And I say, "Yeah." And it's late; I've already been sitting through over an hour of truly mind-numbing accounting fundamental concepts. I'm zoned out. So I don't actually pay any mind when she charges me six bucks. Then she says, "You want it in a box?" And, still thoroughly zoned out, I say, "Yeah." Well, she then proceeds to take about three minutes putting this box together, and I'm still zoned out and thinking, "Huh. Why did she want to put it in a box in the first place? I'll have to remember not to agree to it next time. My little piece of cake isn't worth all this, and my that's a big box for a little piece of cake." The girl then picks up the whole cake, and I think, "Oh shit."
So, now I have a whole coffee cake, which is quite delicious, but which I should not be eating by myself. But I'm not seeing anyone I can foist it off on till Saturday. By which time it will be either stale or gone. Probably gone, the way I keep sneaking "just one more piece." I'm trying to be serious about this diet, but it's being sabotaged... by FATE. Or me. I can't tell.
Aside from getting a hold of a copy of The Smartest Guys in the Room: The Amazing Rise and Scandalous Fall of Enron, which my professor recommended, and which is so far surprisingly interesting, the coffee cake incident was the most exciting thing that has happened all week. This says something about my week, I think.
Back to laundry.
