Monthly Archive for October, 2005

(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.

You know, I am supposed to put in 10-12 hours a week for this lab. I am consistently over 15. And today…. today was just the KICKER. Because I got there at 10 ready to do my share. Except that nothing was ready for me to do my share. So instead, I have to wait almost an hour to get everything ready. Then, I do the calibration curve wrong and have to redo it. And I seriously have only 15 minutes to eat lunch between the set up and the class.

Doofuses. Speaking of… our landlord type guy had to come over and remove the frisge from the dumpster because the garbage man wouldn’t take it. So now we have two week’s of garbage festering outside of our apartment. No one is sure who really put the fridge in the dumpster in the first place.