Safeway Beef
More accurately, beef with Safeway. Look, with one and half week of instruction left, one chapter of outlining done FOR ALL MY CLASSES, a resume that wouldn't get me into UCLA undergrad these days, and a mail merge function aching to toy with me, the last thing I need is for the local supermarket to add to the list of things I need to worry about. What am I blabbering about?
With the jewelry box-size refrigerator that the university provides for those unfortunate enough to have chosen to live in the graduate apartments/dorm, it takes a great deal of planning to purchase items that need freezing/fridge. Considering I have to walk across the Great Plains to reach the complex from my conveniently located parking spot, I generally prefer to have all the items that need to be refrigerated to be together so that I can carry those back, leave the others behind for the trek the following year, when the local Bedouins help me carry it back. To help with the endeavor, I place all non-perishables together on the conveyor belt and all the perishables on their own. I HAVE NEVER HAD THE ITEMS PLACED IN BAGS IN THAT ORDER. They're always mixed and matched in no particularly coherent order. I mean size? No. Weight? No, because there's always one bag that weighs a metric ton.
Maybe the stress of law school is simply bringing out the latent OCD lurking deep within from the maternal grandfather's genes. Oh and if you're interested, they have Banquet Pot Pies for $0.50 each with a club card. They're not microwaveable, but if you have a toster oven it's a great meal for the price. I mean it costs more to feed goldfish.
With the jewelry box-size refrigerator that the university provides for those unfortunate enough to have chosen to live in the graduate apartments/dorm, it takes a great deal of planning to purchase items that need freezing/fridge. Considering I have to walk across the Great Plains to reach the complex from my conveniently located parking spot, I generally prefer to have all the items that need to be refrigerated to be together so that I can carry those back, leave the others behind for the trek the following year, when the local Bedouins help me carry it back. To help with the endeavor, I place all non-perishables together on the conveyor belt and all the perishables on their own. I HAVE NEVER HAD THE ITEMS PLACED IN BAGS IN THAT ORDER. They're always mixed and matched in no particularly coherent order. I mean size? No. Weight? No, because there's always one bag that weighs a metric ton.
Maybe the stress of law school is simply bringing out the latent OCD lurking deep within from the maternal grandfather's genes. Oh and if you're interested, they have Banquet Pot Pies for $0.50 each with a club card. They're not microwaveable, but if you have a toster oven it's a great meal for the price. I mean it costs more to feed goldfish.
posted by Armen Adzhemyan at 9:08 PM
5 Comments:
Get a life you loser or atleast go to anger management your depressing life and rants are depressing the rest of us. Besides its painfully clear you've ran out of things to complain about... Safeway beef? Come on!
Why do I sense you'd criticize Swift for advocating infanticide?
whatever you're boring... stop trying to be the next Swift on a fucking blog. Congratulations youre really changing the world.
Would you rather that I handwrite letters and deliver them to you personally?
Cool blog. Clicked from Howard. You can use the plastic bar thingy to indicate two separate purchases, which makes change more complicated, but pretty much forces them to bag seperately. Or you could try asking, or bag it youself, or rebag.
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