
I just realized that I"m very happy that holy week is over because of food. I came in early today and saw the Lenten special menu that keeps getting laid on my desk every week and realized that I'm glad this is all over. Lent has been a drag - there has been a sustained, weekly organizational drive to get everyone to get together to set up these runs down to one catlic church or another every Friday to pick up all the fish sandwiches. It's distracting and obnoxious- the social hours devoted to organizing lunch trips in the first place are a nuisance - but then this extra element of the fish-sandwich lunches has just been aggravating - I estimate 4 hours a week spent by 10 employees just dealing with fish sandwiches for lunch. And, you know, if I worked at a place where that was really a problem I wouldn't probably work there, but still, I'm tired of all this ongoing discussion and I'm actually sort of busy! And this is too distracting and for what? For What?
Fishes. I ain't eat fishes. I ain't eat nothing from the sea. Never, no-how. You eat dirt? You eat worms? You eat rocks? No? Well I don't eat fish, same way. It's not food. Plus, the fish is the bravest animal, plus I wouldn't ever eat a wild animal on most days. Plus the stink of fishes being cooked and eater makes my guts churn and tired, I get all queasy and this has been going on since, what? Beginning of march? Fish Sandwich Lunch has got me down. Fish-Friday's over now. Really, if they'd been spending this time organizing some kind of cow or pig or goat lunch - I'd be all the way down. But no it's fishes.
And the culmination of all of that is Easter - a holiday I don't even celebrate. You know why? Because of Eggs and Sunday. First off - if you don't get a day off work your holiday is of no account, I don't care about it one bit. I don't work Sunday anyhow and wouldn't if asked by anyone ever regardless of what work I had, but having some holiday break into my day off and try to corner me into unappealing activity - I'm all just Eff that. I ain't wake up early to go to church, hide eggs or look at bunnies, I don't care if they're the cutest bunnies or if a dude rises from the dead to pardon me from breaking his arbitrary rules. That's all nonsense of a high degree. Add to that that it's 2-3 days of Egg and Egg based foods? Fuck all that.
My guts swim inside me if I smell a fish cooking, but if I have to sniff on a cooked egg? That's usually enough to put me to gagging. Straight up I have undone supper more than once by the scent of eggs cooking. And you fucking people are eating these goddammed things! I can't eat em, I don't bake with 'em and I can't get flu shots. That's what's what with eggs - they are gross and sickening and people are shoving them down their gut-pipes along with all the creatures of the sea...
(This is part of why I don't travel in east Asia, despite my avidity for the history and cultures - I've seen too many bento boxes full of nasty un-food. Too much fried rice with mysterious egg-hunks and sea-bugs).
And now it's over and I think I'm happier now than I was.