Looks can be deceiving. That stuff tastes like crap, and will be so disappointing.
(Repeat to self, over & over, as needed.)
This request + her inability to speak with her sister last night, makes me wonder if she suspects something is not O.K. over there.
Well, more “not O.K.” than a broken arm and a declining spouse … sheesh …
Anyway, I hope my suspicions are wrong.
Not selfish. You spend an enormous amount of time and energy on behalf of your circle of loved ones. Your own batteries hafta be recharged too, yanno.
Wow, I didn’t quite put my finger on it till you mentioned that + put it together with your earlier comment about seeing how other ppl live, but … I have always been in somewhat disbelieving awe at someone who routinely starts their day knowing precisely what will be for dinner.
I just didn’t realize that’s what was in my brain when I read those posts. (This happens to me a lot.)
Damn, that’s a good way of putting it.
I’ve also seen counter-memes about just letting people enjoy their silly phone games, P.S. whatever, and other tiny joys in life, and … well, I can see both sides.
It IS stoopit marketing, and it also IS something that brings folks a brief moment of joy.
… ugh, then again, I just described Christmas music and THAT nonsense is about to start up soon.
Don’t you go jinxing me now. This will be my third attempt, and if I walk out of that same office slumped and defeated, again, I … don’t know.
Third time’s the charm, right?
I’m just about at the point where I’d consider doing something very pearl-clutching just to get this 
over with.
Naw, but here, at least - after confirming the $$ and food portions of the transaction are correctly completed - I can simply talk over them, wish an ice-cold-but-technically-polite “Have a great day!” through gritted teeth with an even frostier glare, and slam that window shut.
And then turn my back to them, because gosh golly gee, look at all that random stuff that needs restocking! Over there!
… while eyeing the monitor so I can see when they’ve pulled away & the next car is rolling up.
I’ve also learned that my smoothly cheerful patter is so honed, that if I deviate from my usual scripts or even my tone of voice simply changes, heads will quietly turn my direction from the kitchen, and I’ll usually hear a soft “Everything Ok?” from my manager.
So while I may vent/bitch a bit, what I deal with now is so laughably pathetic - and I finally know the security of management & co-workers having my back - that it’s barely even small potatoes.
Not speaking for JtheC but I understood this exchange to mean: you two are so typical, in your mismatchedness.
As in, most couples have Big Important Talks ™ about shit like what religion they’re gonna raise their future children, but never find out the other one has “WTF ARE YOU SERIOUS” views on thermostat settings, and whether or not it’s OK to leave dirty dishes on the counter. Or if leaving them in the sink is acceptable. Or if they can load a dishwasher properl-- okay, you know what, stop, just let me do that …
And that’s leaving out the “who cleans what bathroom mess” hostage negotiations, upon which many divorce lawyers have paid their children’s college tuition.
… I think I understand where those weird “lizard people” conspiracy theories are originating.
Same. JtheC do you smell like bacon yet?
JFC my brain did similar. I saw “minted” and “cheese” while scanning quickly and had a brief 
moment.
Now I’m remembering the “red butter” debacle from last Valentines Day, and having horrified thoughts of red’n’green cheese. Or butter.
If I said these syllables out loud at work, I’d be sent home on suspicion of being too fucked up to trusted with sprinkling cheese onto a pizza.
OMG I’m done with life.
That’s even worse. Gotta be marketed towards the same people who think “vegan” and “cat food” can be compatible.