small pieces

...and covered in glass.

today i sat all day in the office and worked. god knows how i used to dive headfirst into spreadsheets and emerge hours later, not even knowing what time it was. i nearly went insane around 3 pm when i finished my only meeting of the day and realized that i couldn't go somewhere else. boo.

jen is in town overnight, so she stopped by on her way from the airport and kicked it. dinner, heroes season 1, and rochford pinot. can't complain. i scrouged up a random dinner for myself because just noodles wasn't cutting it for me today. in the canteen/cafeteria, i tend to starve rather than eat unidentifiable meats, so lunch consists of random oily vegetable and some rice and a yogurt. i couldn't do just starch for another meal so i made eggs and ate about a pound of olives. jen observed astutely that my theme was oval-shaped foods.

i try to eat the employee lunch because i want to act like an employee, but i think i reached my limit today. one can only be served chicken neck so often. bund brewery is around the corner and i've cajoled jason into consenting to eat with me on occasion. i figure with christine every so often, maybe jason once every couple weeks, and maybe, just maybe if kayi can get off her ass and get to work around noon one day a month, i might even have company. and we are excited about this.

lunch used to be such a social thing. it's ok, tho. i actually don't mind sort of bolting food down and going back to work. i don't lose momentum that way. i eat later than pretty much the entire office, so i get about 30 minutes of quiet when the clock strikes 12:00:01 and everyone jams downstairs. it's all worth it. i just miss my good embarcadero lunch places. the ferry building. hog island oysters. mijita. tlaloc. lightening. the ghetto pizza joint. boudin's. taylor's refresher. slanted door. miette for a macaroon. ciao bella for peach sorbet. peet's for a post-lunch pick-me-up. and the incredibly overpriced organic farmers' market on tuesdays and thursdays where the grassfed beef burger guy and the vegetarian tamale lady always are. and i really miss globe in all of its deafening wonder.

we do miss our food.

at one point jen, cyn, and i were all sitting around the dining table with our various forms of entertainment - jen and her laptop, me and my non-peeling hardboiled egg, cyn with her... wine, i guess. i lay my head down on the table (avoiding shells and my salt pile) and watched us. like pulling out of yourself and watching the whole scene. this is all going to change so soon; we best enjoy every second now. you should try it for a second, just do a freeze frame and look around you and fucking appreciate what's going on. even if you're doing what i was last night and running around xin tian di, trying not to assault people (how so un-yogi of me); one day i think i'll look back and remember scanning wildly around the gray brick buildings, hot as hell, wearing half a yoga outfit, talking to sherry on the phone, nearly in tears of frustration because of the day i was having. even that counts.