“Money is the root of all evil, and a man needs roots.”
You learn the oddest things from fortune cookies.
Every so often some of the folks down at Home Campus go in for takeout Chinese. There’s a place nearby – actually not all that far from home – that has a nice deal for lunch as part of their normal menu, and if you work in education they’ll throw in a soda. It’s not just a can, either – it’s one of those bottles that make you seriously question the long-term health of the American republic. One person is supposed to drink all that? Okaaaaay. It will save the invaders time when we all just keel over in advance.
I always get the General Tso Chicken, and I’ve discovered recently that they actually have a menu setting above “Extra Spicy.” If you tell them “Burn Your Mouth,” they will actually make it spicy enough to register on my non-midwestern taste buds. Yes, I know that to aficionados of genuine Chinese cuisine such a meal is enough to make them gag on their stinky tofu (“chou doufu” – this is a real thing), but you have to realize that a) I am in Wisconsin, where genuine Chinese food is rarely to be found and not likely to be ordered much in the event it is found, and b) I like General Tso Chicken and therefore don’t care whether it is genuine Chinese cuisine or not.
Sometimes it’s enough just to be tasty.
We gathered in one of the conference rooms which was not, at that moment, being used for any conferencing, and set to eating. And talking, occasionally about work-related matters. And generally hanging out. So in the end I suppose you could say it was a form of conference after all.
I wonder if I should put in for overtime.
Nah. I don’t get overtime when I’m actually working overtime.
My fortune cookie was the only one with a smart-alec message. Everyone else’s was in the more traditional vein – “You will meet with great success,” and so on. I ended up giving it to George, our economics professor, because it seemed the sort of thing that he would appreciate.