I Haven't Quit Yet, Part I.

I'm home. Finally. This afternoon, at the last minute, I helped another department clean up a HUGE spreadsheet so that we could finalize a massive deal with an account. This is my problem. I am the go-to girl for every department, so when people don't know who to ask for shit, they come to me. So I'm everybody's bitch. I spent the last two hours of my day cutting, pasting and going blind with numbers so that a totally separate department could make some money. The boss doesn't like me helping other departments because she thinks they'll take advantage of me, but I think it's because she doesn't want to share my breadth of talent with everyone. Just kidding. I think she's really trying to help me to grow a backbone. So far, it hasn't worked. My philosophy is that I help when I can, and if I have time, I'll take all of that time to help someone else. After all, it's all the same company. And if one department doesn't make its numbers, then my bonus isn't that big at the end of the year.

The fruit things on amazon are cheap by the case. You know I can't do math, so I don't know what it breaks down to, but it's actually on a discount right now, so it's like $26 or something for 24 packets. Lemonjello just helped me figure this out, so its about $1.08 a package, as opposed to $1.99 at the store. You know, the fruit thing tasted so familiar, and I realized why. Do you remember that I told you about this dried apple thing at Trader Joes? It's in the dried fruit aisle, and it's dried granny smith apples. Anyway, I ate the whole bag when I got it back in the day, but I didn't really like it so much. But these Sensible Snacks are different because they have all kinds of great fruit in it. I actually favor the apple, but I ordered the Tropical Mix.

Let me tell you about how petty some people are at my job. One department called me today to ask me if I had something they needed for a legit business-related reason. Without revealing what it is, I'll just say it was packaging supply. Let's say it was bubble wrap. So the department asked me if I had a lot of bubble wrap, and my department only had a little, so I went to the department that normally has a ton of bubble wrap and asked them if they could spare a square. They told me that they didn't have enough, and that if I really needed it, I could order some but that it would be very, very expensive. So that was fine. I went to tell the other department that I couldn't spare any, but that I would go ahead and order it for my own department and share. And sure enough, that shit was expensive for what I was getting. I placed an order and it cost our department almost $200. I didn't even clear it with The Boss, but I know we'll need those supplies, and it would last us a long time. Now here's the fucked up part. I KNOW that there were squares to spare in the other department. They weren't trying to help us out. I just don't get the mentality behind that. If you can help, help. If you can't, at least be civil. The world will be a better place.

Lemonjello and I ate grilled gouda cheese sandwiches and tomato bisque tonight. I need to start writing down my recipes because I never remember what I put in them and I can't duplicate them after I make them. So from now on, I'll put the recipes here. Here is how to make my tomato bisque:

1 big can of crushed tomatoes. Not the normal sized can. The size bigger.
1 cup of beef broth
1/2 block of cream cheese
1 tbsp milk
2 tbsp brown sugar
Diced onions
Red Pepper Flakes
Pepper
Butter
Basil

Heat about a teaspoon of butter over medium high heat.
Add diced onions and cook until translucent.
Add crushed tomatoes and beef broth and bring to a boil
Add cream cheese and milk, and stir.
Add the brown sugar, pepper flakes, and basil and let simmer for about 15-20 minutes on low heat.

It was yum. Totally fattening, but yum. And I'm sure the bread wasn't great for me either, but I get to eat everything I want for the next couple of days or so before I get my formal diagnosis and can't eat anything.

So tonight is the premiere of "Kid Nation." I want to throw up. This is the dumbest show, ever. These kids act like they're 50 years old, except that they all cry all the time. Weak bitches.

Okay. So that's all for the day. Do you have time to do lunch with me this week? Maybe Friday? I have to get my nails done tomorrow at lunch. First priority.