Dreams, vegetarians, and an almost awkward lunch

Last night I dreamed (actually, scratch that. I dreamed it this morning sometime between 7:00 and 8:30) that Mike and I bought a beach house. I was all, “Yay, we own two houses!” (Mike’s comment on that: “That doesn’t sound like you AT ALL.”) And our friends were all excited for us, but I think that was only because they thought we were going to let them stay there. And one of my friends who lives in Wilmington came to visit me. She is an IV staffworker, so she wanted to use my house for retreats. I learned from my dream that my friends are all moochers. And I have no idea where the money is coming from to pay for this house.

I was eating some vegetable soup for lunch today and I remembered this random story. One of my friends in college, her roommate was dating a vegetarian who ate all healthy and disgusting. The roommate would buy a big fat fried chicken sandwich and waffle fries from Chick-Fil-A and put the trash in my friend’s trashcan. The boyfriend would come by and berate my friend for her poor eating habits. And the roommate just sat there and let my friend take the rap for eating so unhealthily. Why would someone do that? It’s just not very nice.

Speaking of eating lunch, what exactly constitutes proper breakroom protocol? I went to lunch a little later than usual today, and there were a couple of people having what looked like a serious conversation when I walked in. Should I have turned around and left? The door was open. It’s not a private place. I didn’t know what to do, so I started loudly digging my stuff out of the refrigerator. They left almost immediately. It was a little awkward.

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