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The Adelia's story, among other things
Apr. 6th, 2007 09:28 pmI woke up unable to wear shoes today. I wore sandals (my heel flapping out the back because they wouldn't go on completely) and a winter coat to work (because Spring is a traitorous bitch.) I looked absolutely absurd. They seem to be less swollen now than they were this morning, but I did choose a piss-poor time to go on a lunch date to a Chinese restaurant, didn't I? Since I had the afternoon off for Good Friday, I drove to Ver-sail-ies (which is where M works and that's how the two of us say it most of the time, though most people would call it Ver-sails in these parts. Us Kentucky folk will laugh at you if you call it Ver-sigh.) And! I had good Chinese food! I have been singularly unimpressed with every Chinese restaurant we've been to in this town. Anyway. Assuming that my food choices for the day did not cause the swelling to return quite as badly as this morning, I will be able to wear shoes to my baby shower tomorrow. As long as I don't walk.
(I did call the clinic just to make them tell me when I should start worrying about swelling, since the feet thing came on very suddenly, but they were closed. They wanted me to call back within "normal business hours", which.. I thought 10:30 on a Friday morning counted, but I guess not. I suppose it was Good Friday for them too. Lacking that, I checked my blood pressure (SUCK IT, BITCH) and it was relatively decent, and then the swelling went down some, so everything is still feeling okay.)
Tomorrow -- 33 weeks. We're getting there. I bet it feels like this pregnancy has been dragging on and on forever with as much as I obsess about it. Oh, and by the way, my belly has grown tremendously again. I have gained twenty pounds and every bit of it is in my mid-section. Well, except for what is now in my feet. ;) Pregnant bellies don't fold, by the way, which is something I never contemplated before. I dropped a pencil on the floor in front of my computer at work at least six weeks ago and I have seriously not picked it up because it seemed like too much effort to bend down that far. Or, maybe that is just a story about how lazy I am.
Oh! I didn't talk about being verbally accosted yet! Yesterday, I went to lunch with five of my coworkers. We went to a little locally-owned sandwich shop called Adelia's. Did you get that, Google? Adelia's. Let me say it again*. Adelia's is a small place selling soups, sandwiches, salads. Okay. So we were at Adelia's and they were moderately busy. You order at a counter and this little old lady brings your food out to the table. Our table's food begins arriving. After 35 minutes, I am the only remaining person without my order. My people were beginning to suggest that I go ask about it. The little old lady keeps apologizing but assuring me that she can't bring it if they don't make it. Uh, okay. Finally, she comes over and whispers to me that I need to go ask the red-haired woman behind the counter about my food because she has gotten yelled at for asking too many times. Is this a good time to mention that I ordered a salad and a bowl of the soup of the day? And that plenty of other customers have come in, ordered, waited, gotten their food and left since i ordered?
So I get up and walk to the counter, which is about ten feet away, and I inquire about my food to the red-haired woman. She, by the way, owns the place. Adelia's, that is. ;) This part is a little bit weird, but in the time it took me to stand up and get to the counter, the little old lady had checked one more time and apparently found my food and delivered it to the table without stopping me from asking about it. I don't really know what that was about but she is.. old ladyish. So I ask about it, and RHW inspects the row of tickets for my number and then informs me hotly that she doesn't even have a ticket #11. This is clearly my fault. The sullen woman who took my order and is now in the back preparing food yelled that they had already sent it out, like, DUH. I looked back and saw my order sitting on the table, but thought.. okay, I have dragged my pregnant self to the counter so I might as well follow through, and I asked the owner of this estalbishment, Adelia's, if it was customary that it took forty minutes (by this time) to prepare a salad. Instead of apologizing, which would have satisfied me, or offering me some sort of compensation, coupon, or even a piece of pie, which would have been what most places would have done, the bitch started yelling at me about how they had two people who didn't show up to work, they were shorthanded and doing the best they could and do YOU want a job because if I think I can do better, she will hire me if I'll show up. There are a thousand things that I wish I'd said, but mostly I just blinked at her and eventually gave up. Meanwhile, the entire place had stopped to watch, because it's a small room and everyone saw the whole thing. My table was suitably outraged, but then other tables began talking to us and saying "I can't believe she said that to her!" So. That is how I got offered a job at Adelia's. Surprisingly, I turned it down because I do not generally enjoy working for CRAZY YELLING PEOPLE. There's no freaking wonder that no one shows up to work. It's really funny, actually, because that eight dollars (they're also overpriced, fyi) was soo not worth the bad business she caused for herself. And she's the owner! Unbelievable.
I have a bunch of things to do tonight. I don't particularly feel like doing any of them, but apparently chores refuse to do themselves. I probably won't have access to the internets tomorrow, which makes me very sad. I guess I should go get on it so I can get to bed. Just because I took a nap for an hour and a half this afternoon doesn't mean I shouldn't be sleepy now, does it? :)
*I apologize for that because it was 100% for effect and not for practical purposes. Google doesn't even index me anymore--I turned it off after the Toby Keith post.
(I did call the clinic just to make them tell me when I should start worrying about swelling, since the feet thing came on very suddenly, but they were closed. They wanted me to call back within "normal business hours", which.. I thought 10:30 on a Friday morning counted, but I guess not. I suppose it was Good Friday for them too. Lacking that, I checked my blood pressure (SUCK IT, BITCH) and it was relatively decent, and then the swelling went down some, so everything is still feeling okay.)
Tomorrow -- 33 weeks. We're getting there. I bet it feels like this pregnancy has been dragging on and on forever with as much as I obsess about it. Oh, and by the way, my belly has grown tremendously again. I have gained twenty pounds and every bit of it is in my mid-section. Well, except for what is now in my feet. ;) Pregnant bellies don't fold, by the way, which is something I never contemplated before. I dropped a pencil on the floor in front of my computer at work at least six weeks ago and I have seriously not picked it up because it seemed like too much effort to bend down that far. Or, maybe that is just a story about how lazy I am.
Oh! I didn't talk about being verbally accosted yet! Yesterday, I went to lunch with five of my coworkers. We went to a little locally-owned sandwich shop called Adelia's. Did you get that, Google? Adelia's. Let me say it again*. Adelia's is a small place selling soups, sandwiches, salads. Okay. So we were at Adelia's and they were moderately busy. You order at a counter and this little old lady brings your food out to the table. Our table's food begins arriving. After 35 minutes, I am the only remaining person without my order. My people were beginning to suggest that I go ask about it. The little old lady keeps apologizing but assuring me that she can't bring it if they don't make it. Uh, okay. Finally, she comes over and whispers to me that I need to go ask the red-haired woman behind the counter about my food because she has gotten yelled at for asking too many times. Is this a good time to mention that I ordered a salad and a bowl of the soup of the day? And that plenty of other customers have come in, ordered, waited, gotten their food and left since i ordered?
So I get up and walk to the counter, which is about ten feet away, and I inquire about my food to the red-haired woman. She, by the way, owns the place. Adelia's, that is. ;) This part is a little bit weird, but in the time it took me to stand up and get to the counter, the little old lady had checked one more time and apparently found my food and delivered it to the table without stopping me from asking about it. I don't really know what that was about but she is.. old ladyish. So I ask about it, and RHW inspects the row of tickets for my number and then informs me hotly that she doesn't even have a ticket #11. This is clearly my fault. The sullen woman who took my order and is now in the back preparing food yelled that they had already sent it out, like, DUH. I looked back and saw my order sitting on the table, but thought.. okay, I have dragged my pregnant self to the counter so I might as well follow through, and I asked the owner of this estalbishment, Adelia's, if it was customary that it took forty minutes (by this time) to prepare a salad. Instead of apologizing, which would have satisfied me, or offering me some sort of compensation, coupon, or even a piece of pie, which would have been what most places would have done, the bitch started yelling at me about how they had two people who didn't show up to work, they were shorthanded and doing the best they could and do YOU want a job because if I think I can do better, she will hire me if I'll show up. There are a thousand things that I wish I'd said, but mostly I just blinked at her and eventually gave up. Meanwhile, the entire place had stopped to watch, because it's a small room and everyone saw the whole thing. My table was suitably outraged, but then other tables began talking to us and saying "I can't believe she said that to her!" So. That is how I got offered a job at Adelia's. Surprisingly, I turned it down because I do not generally enjoy working for CRAZY YELLING PEOPLE. There's no freaking wonder that no one shows up to work. It's really funny, actually, because that eight dollars (they're also overpriced, fyi) was soo not worth the bad business she caused for herself. And she's the owner! Unbelievable.
I have a bunch of things to do tonight. I don't particularly feel like doing any of them, but apparently chores refuse to do themselves. I probably won't have access to the internets tomorrow, which makes me very sad. I guess I should go get on it so I can get to bed. Just because I took a nap for an hour and a half this afternoon doesn't mean I shouldn't be sleepy now, does it? :)
*I apologize for that because it was 100% for effect and not for practical purposes. Google doesn't even index me anymore--I turned it off after the Toby Keith post.
