Tuesday, April 28, 2009

My empty lunch bag and other disappointments

I remember as a kid thinking how different things would be as an adult.  There were so many things I wouldn’t have to worry about any more.  To my surprise I quickly learned that all the kids stuff that bugged is really only exacerbated (yep, I just used an awesome word) as an adult.  Wow, was I wrong.  This was confirmed again yesterday when I went to get my little lunch of leftover pasta & fruit out of the fridge, only to find an empty lunch bag with just a napkin left.  (apparently the thief didn’t care to have clean fingers)  My sack lunch disappeared a few times in second grade I think, but I’ve lost way more lunches in breakroom refrigerators as an adult.

Apparently this struck a cord, because I posted this little event on my FB status and got quite a few insightful, and often funny, comments.  (typically when I post status updates I’m pretty sure only my mom could care) 

So it got me thinking about other things I hoped would change as I got to the really old age that I’m at now.

  • HOPE: there won’t be any more cliques . . . . REALITY: the importance of social circles in corporate life would even stun teenage girls
  • HOPE: there won’t be any more homework . . . . REALITY: then I got a job
  • HOPE: it won’t matter who I eat lunch with . . . . REALITY: I just finished reading a scholarly article about how important it is to eat with the right people
  • HOPE: short guys won’t get pushed around at recess . . . . REALITY: have you ever played basketball with out of shape guys in their 30s & 40s?
  • HOPE: happiness won’t revolve around popularity . . . . REALITY: see entertainment and politics
  • HOPE: punks won’t steal my lunch . . . . REALITY: yesterday

Anyway, I could go on and on, but you get the idea. 

So to the guy (making a gender assumption here) who stole my pasta – I’m totally gonna take you down in tether ball at recess!!

1 comment:

JJ said...

It's ironic that you mention your lunch getting stolen...my husband just told me a story of how a co-worker used to (he was recenty fired - the co-worker, not my husband) sit down with him in the breakroom and proceed to each chips and cookies out of his bag each day. No please. No thank you. Like it was some sort of community pot.

I don't know what's worse: having your lunch stolen by an unknown thief or watching the thief steal right in front of you.

Loved your list! Isn't it the truth?!

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