Annoying couple of weeks. Last week, during work, the bitch supervisor starts on me immediately after I finished a task and take just a few seconds to catch my breath. Fortunately, the head cook handed me a piece of carrot cake just 10 seconds later, so rage averted there. The supervisor more recently started some shit with the manager, and is also trying to take her rage from that out on everone else. Luckily, I've entirely avoided it for now.
Next, I kinda messed up with that girl I like. I had simply asked her what happened to her during that week I hadn't seen her, a simple and honest question, and the look she gave while she responded(apparently she was never gone) ended the conversation right there. Either I said it stupidly or I badly misread her response. ...I bought her some cookies as an apology, but I was a little too embarassed to give them to her directly, so I sent them through some mutual friends. I've tried to see her again, but no luck, and not helping is that I've learned(through those same friends) that she's more of a
Shrinking Violet than I had thought. I'm really rethinking my approach to this. And although I haven't had the guts to admit my feelings to our friends, if I hadn't made it obvious to them yet, I don't know what to think.
Finally, last week, the library had brought down it's entire network, so I couldn't get on.
Spoiler alert for every fast-food documentary ever:
IF YOU EAT FAST FOOD THREE MEALS A DAY EVERY DAY FOR MONTHS, YOU'LL GET MORBIDLY OBESE.
And people talk about these kinds of documentaries like they're revealing the secret truth behind the Kennedy assassination. If you couldn't figure out "McDonald's is unhealthy garbage, maybe I shouldn't eat so much of it" for yourself, you need somebody to look after you before you crawl into an oven "because it's chilly outside".
And people bring up these fucking documentaries whenever I'm so much as carrying a coffee from McD's, and it pisses me off every time because it's obvious shit that anybody with awareness of the world around them could figure out just by cultural osmosis.
Under the medical definition, I am "obese", probably morbidly so, but I certainly don't consider myself to be. While my waistline(or rather, everything just above the waist) isn't much to think of, I have extremely well-built legs. Hell, I don't even like fast food that much, although the food where I work isn't exactly much higher quality.
I personally consider "obese" to be the point where you can no longer see your... self when looking down. I have no problems with that, and it has nothing to do with size.
...Unfuckingfortunately.