As it turns out, forgetting to fill out your timecard, and therefore not getting paid for the week (grumble grumble) does wonders for weekend spending! Friday: "Helped friend pack apartment" (read: played with her cat, accidentally let it escape once, while she packed) Leftovers for lunch, plus I helped finish several bottles of wine, a bag of croutons, some sun chips, Easter candy, etc. at her apartment. Oh, and I came away with an Ikea bag full of booze, house plants and various doodads. $0! Saturday: $9.25 for coffees and breakfast treats for me and boyfriend before heading to the beach. Boyfriend bought tacos for both lunch and dinner (holidays mean tacos for two meals!), then I paid $11.50 for double scoops for both of us at Ample Hills Creamery. Sunday: $52.50 for my half of our Trader Joe's trip. So much food! Cookie butter! What I mean to say is I'm never buying lunch again because all of my meals are cookie butter, straight out of the jar! Monday: Brought fruit for breakfast and leftovers for lunch to my desolate and non-air conditioned office, $0. Used two full punchcards for lobster rolls for me and boyfriend at traditional Luke's Lobster Labor Day dinner. $5.50 (plus another full punchcard, thanks for being a fatty, past self!) for fancy cones at Big Gay Ice Cream.
@lrodrigue @Jaime Lutz@twitter I think that crazy crowded one near Bryant Park has one? I have never stopped to look at it when I'm there though, too busy running to buy unnecessary midday nail polish upstairs.
Spendy midtown lunch conspiracy extends to liquid fiber as well. Not pictured: The $7 medium split pea soup I got for lunch yesterday. It's just vegetables! Pureed! And heated! WHY SO MANY DOLLARS?
I did a CSA for the first time this summer, a half-share each of fruits and veggies. It ended this week, and I'm not kidding when I say I need at least a season off to de-stress. I hate throwing things away, but I also hate thinking of new ways to use bitter greens and holy cow WHO NEEDS THAT MANY SCALLIONS?? There's also the added hassle of having to walk a mileish each way to pick it up each week, and I feel like I need to be free to be ME on tuesdays, you know? Come spring, I may join up again, but, sadly, fall CSA just won't be happening for me.
In my college stint as a Starbucks barista in a busy store in Boston, I don't think I ever intentionally messed up anyone's order, even though there were some real jerks who frequented. The one time I DO remember getting an order wrong, out of a combo of forgetfulness and then being lazy/not wanting to remake the drink/not thinking she'd notice, I was totally called out. We'll fake-name this woman Rebecca, ok, and she would come in every day and order "The Rebecca." Walk up and say, with this smug look, "I'll have a Rebecca." "The Rebecca" was an iced venti three pumps raspberry, two pumps white mocha, half soy, half one percent (meaning a quarter two percent, a quarter skim) MILK.It required stirring, and then the total loss of hope that comes with saying, "one Rebecca" when you put it on the counter. Once, while making it, I forgot the soy. "Don't worry, self! She won't notice! Don't remake it!" when I noticed. I put a lid on it and called it, and after her first sip she was like, "Is this missing soy? It just doesn't seem creamy enough." I remade the drink. Point: Rebecca.
Didn't keep track of my spending this weekend (though an embarrassing grocery trip last night during the storm included not only Oreos, but also yellow cake mix and brownie mix I'M AN ANIMAL) but all this is to say...ohmygodmike, I want one of those sandwiches? I think I NEED it.
@wearitcounts oh, I'm intrigued. We will call it...Freedom Fingers. (ew.)
@cherrispryte Ask, receive, etc. The crackle didn't end up making the cut! It's still sitting forlornly on my coffee table, waiting to do its patriotic duty. Someday! Maybe.
@highjump 8.5!! It was a Christmas in July miracle!
Driven to register by the nostalgia of the pizookie (there was a BJ's down the block from my high school in Oregon and we would blow off class to fatten up) and to note that the revelation that its name is pizza+cookie just blew. my. mind.