Primarily in efforts to save money and reduce our monthly monies spent, John and I have been attempting to eat in as much as possible. This includes work lunches. It has become somewhat of a tradition with my wonderful co-workers to hit up a lunch place. The past couple of months I looked at my budget and decided that I would try to eat out with my co-workers once a month. That way it would feel more like a fun adventure amongst good company.
Today I decided to tag along with the lunch train and it has proven to be a reminder to myself that simply, it is more convenient to bring my own lunch. It was 11:30 and the talk began amongst the two co-workers I am sandwiched between in our cubicles, "did you bring lunch? Where shall we go today?" This is where I interjected, "I would like to join the lunch fun." Then the waiting game began. Where to go, when to go, we need to invite others, assessment of everyones hunger needs, what time everyone needs to be back at the office, who will drive. It is now 12:30 and we are off out the door. Time out, our volunteered driver decides she needs to sneak in an oil change during our lunch break. I quickly devise a plan to follow her to the corner jiffy lube and she can hop in my car to go to lunch while her oil is getting changed. (Wa, Wa...) We wait and wait for her to come out of the Jiffy Lube, she is calling, telling us to go, get food, but our inclusive nice instincts kick in. So we wait and wait and wait. All right it is 1:00 and and she hops in the car, off we go to Cafe Muse. We all order our food to go, because we now, we need to rush back to the office. I feel unsatisfied, I choose to tag along for the enjoyment of sitting down away from the office, in good company to enjoy a lunch. We are headed back to the office and I eat my greasy fish and chips in front of my computer. The adventure made for a story I will not forget and a reminder that sometimes it is convenient to be a tight wad.
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