I bring my lunch to work--the lunch that Joe packs for me each day. It isn't a very exciting lunch as I am forever watching my weight--it consists of a cut up apple, a bag of carrot and celery sticks, a Weight Watcher's yogurt, a peeled orange, and a cheese stick. Yum. Yes, I am the envy of hamsters everywhere with that delicious fare.
Apparently other humans don't think this is a very good lunch, because Office Attitude Lady decided to clean out the refrigerator at 9:00 AM on a Monday morning (Who the hell cleans out the fridge in the morning?!) and promptly emptied the contents of my brown bag directly into the garbage. When I asked her why she would throw out a perfectly good lunch, she replied that my apples looked brown. (Has she ever seen an apple 1/2 hour after it's been cut?) Whatever. But instead of apologizing, she had even more attitude that I would dare question her. She's an idiot. An angry idiot. I dug the little baggies out of the garbage, washed off everything and ate it all anyway. I think she silently freaked out. I smugly smiled and chomped on my germy lunch.
So, it's the same routine, day after day. At approximately 11:23, every single day, I get my lunch out and eat at my desk. Since the lunch rarely changes, I don't even look at what I'm eating. I just start with the cheese stick and move forward--moving onto the yogurt, and drag out the rest of the day loudly munching on the carrots and celery. I didn't realize I was "loudly" munching until Irene made some comment about it on her side of the cubicle wall. I ignored her because I think she is secretly jealous of my lunch.
Wednesday of this week turned my lunch life around. I was opening the cheese stick when I looked at the packaging.
"It's a commercial!" I'm saying out loud to nobody in particular.
"Hmmm?" Esra half-asks from Cube 4.
"My cheese stick has a freakin' commercial on it!" and I kinda hold it up for her to see.
On the top of my cheese stick is big giant letters reading "High School Musical 3"--which is a lot of words for a little cheese stick. And then it goes on to have a trivia question from the movie--like the whole cheese-stick-eating-world has all seen this movie?! Fortunately, I avoided seeing any of these movies, although I have heard some of the songs.
Okay. I'm up for the challenge.
"Hey, Irene!" I yell over to Cube 2, "Are you up for a little Cheese Stick Trivia?".
"Oh yeah." she says. Irene is a hoot--always up for some kind of fun.
So I read the question and it was something stupid like "What did Bobby (?) ask from Troy in his senior year?" I don't remember the exact question or names, but you get the idea--these are really lame questions and I think you'd have to be 9 and seen the movie like a zabillion times to answer these things. Me and the 20 and 30 somethings in the office don't stand a chance in hell to answer these things. But we try anyway.
Irene was all like "Can I borrow your cell phone" or "Do you have any drugs" and random stuff like that. She was guessing apparently. Esra was just looking baffled and didn't know what to make of all of this. I think she was still wondering if I was serious or not. (Esra is from Turkey and sometimes I confuse her with my terminology--no fault of hers--just mine, as I tend to be a little wacky.) But, she chimes in with a "Can I have your lunch?" just to play along.
So, there we sat, the back room basically shut down of any productive work while we labored on what the hell went on in High School Musical 3. Our answers were creative and stimulating to say the least. I finally figured out that nobody knew the answer, or saw the movie for that matter, so I read the answer ("his locker") and we all moved on to finance or HR or whatever we do there for all those hours. It was all very exciting.
Thursday comes, and yes, I was working again, and I brought my lunch--again. Yes! Another Cheese Stick Trivia question!
"Okay! It's Cheese Stick Trivia Time folks!" I'm yelling over the cubey walls. Irene yells that she's ready and Esra pulls out her chair so that she can see me reading the question. "Okay, Leen" , Esra's in. Great!
"What did Mikey (?) bring Susie (?) for dessert when they went on a picnic lunch?" Yeah, like we are going to know this one. And Irene starts shouting out answers like we are on Jeopardy--except she doesn't put them in question form. And she's not clicking in.
"Ice cream. No...that'll melt. Uh....Chocolate cake! Twinkies! Cookies! Uh...." Irene was really into this.
Esra is a little more subdued. "Strawberries. Hmmm....pie?" She's into this too.
I yell hints to them, like "Combine your answers!" and finally Esra gets the win with "Chocolate covered strawberries" and we were all very excited that we actually got the answer.
It doesn't take much to entertain us, but we are a fun group. Who would have thought a cheese stick could provide so much entertainment at lunch? Such small joy in everyday boredom. That's what life is about, Charlie Brown--finding fun in the mundane.
I'm off today, but I'm seriously thinking of emailing their trivia question to them.