Nov 19, 2009


I have a weird embarrassment of eating at work. Mostly because I'm embarrassed to bring food in from home. I'm not sure why. It shouldn't be embarrassing, but it just really irks me. I've recently forced myself to bring food from home to work. The best I can do is bring frozen food, because, for some reason, that seems less embarrassing.

Today, I microwaved pizza bread (an embarrassing high school cafeteria choice) that is not meant for the microwave. You can't cut this pizza you have to saw it into pieces. After rushing back to my desk to eat (didn't want to be caught eating that) I realized that eating at my desk is also embarrassing if you consider the awful smell I'm sharing with the rest of the office.

I ended up dropping the pizza on my shirt and then on the floor. Both very embarrassing. Now I have a sloppy pizza stain on my shirt for the remaining of the day.

Thankfully, God provided and multiplied the remaining pepperoni dices into leftover Chevy's from a meeting. That wasn't embarrassing to eat because I didn't bring it in.
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