Volatile

Today I had a bad day. But this has been a pretty good week overall. I had a lot of work to do Monday (I didn't start my religious studies paper due that day until the night before), but I got it all done and went to work. Tuesday we watched a movie in Anthro. Wednesday my core class got canceled and I figured out my schedule for next year (to some degree at least). Today my Italian class was canceled and I got to sleep in and do reading for my Anthro class.
I was scheduled to work at 6pm, and I was hungry and wanting to go to dinner at 5. But a neighbor had laundry going and wanted me to wait 15 minutes, which turned into 25, so that I didn't get to the dining hall really until 530. All of that would've been ok if Mudd had been serving what was written on the menu online. You see, tonight was supposed to be Appetizer bar- a buffet of fried potstickers and eggrolls and yummy things. They haven't had it very often this semester. But instead Mudd chose this night to serve lobster tail on a whim! WHAT? WHY? Everything else being served looked horrible, but I no longer had time to wait to get a lobster tail because I had to go to work, unlike my friends. I thought, at about 5:42, after inhaling some pasta, that maybe I would. The lobster line was short and moving quickly, so I hopped on board. However, when I got to the front of the line, they were out of cooked ones, and I had to wait 10 more minutes. Which meant by the time I got back to my table I had 7 minutes to get to work and a steaming hot fresh lobster tail that wasn't cool enough to eat.

So at this point (and still, actually) I'm hungry, frustrated, have a headache and just can't keep perspective. These are all actually good problems for me to have. I go to school that decides to serve lobster for dinner out of the blue, and I have a job to go to (it's less than Oregon min. wage, but I can't complain- I mostly just surf the internet anyways). Despite what awesome problems there are for me to have, it does not make me any less bitter about the lobster.

My awesome friends saved and brought back the lobster tail for me. They put it in the fridge. But really, what do I do with a cold lobster tail? Microwaving it makes it rubbery. Not to mention the rest of the dorm might crucify me for making the kitchen smell like fish. But I'm kind of hungry and might just do it anyway.