The new project isn’t going to start until Nov 21. The day of my exit seminar. Giving me three more weeks of uninterrupted writing. I must figure out how I can work from home. If i go into school I will continue to get nothing done. FRUSTRATING.
And soon I will start looking for jobs. And that is going to be fun. Fun like a stomach pump.
Things I hate:
1. Writing my thesis.
Things I love:
1. Anything not related to my thesis.
The end.
(There is a toss up between this subject and the one that involves no other project other than finishing up my thesis. I might save my thesis one for a morning when I haven’t had a glass of wine and two vodka tonics.)
So in this town, there is a restaurant called Pasta? I know that you may think I used the inappropriate punctuation, but I swear to you that the restaurant’s name is “Pasta?”… or sometimes called “Pasta Q”. Anyway. The point is…. ALL of their waiters are italian. I am not talking like 1/10, my grandmother’s great great great great grandmother italian. More like, “Ho dimenticato il mio passaporto,” (”I forgot my passport”) italian. Like you get the same kind of uncomfortable feeling you get when you go to the chinese food place and your waiter and the bus boy are speaking in chinese and pointing to you, except these guys are speaking italian. Which makes them both unbelievably attractive AND rude all at the same time.
So my question is, where do they get these men? Honestly. My sister says it is a small chain. Which means there is at least one other restaurant stocked with hot, possibly slightly rude italian men. There is a reason I love italian food. And it isn’t ‘just the carb addict in me.
