Someone Stole My Soup

Ok, I'm sure nobody stole it... but somebody definitely threw it away. It was matzo ball soup, homemade by yours truly, and there were three matzo balls and about a cup of my very own vegetable broth, frozen, sitting out next to my lunch box (see here for what I bring my lunch into work in) in a large Chinese food soup container on the table in the nurse's lounge at work. And I really wanted that soup... because I was having a really shitty day. The shittiest day at work I've had in months, actually. My patients were very sick, I hadn't had a chance to do ANY of my paperwork all day long... it was the first chance I had to eat anything or even have a drink of water (I hadn't even had a chance to take a pee break) since 6am and it was 3:15pm... and it was what I was looking forward to eating all morning long.

But when I finally had a chance to take my very first break of the day and I went into the lounge to retrieve my long-awaited lunch, it was gone.

I hate everyone.

Thankfully I'd also brought a bag of grapes, some noodles and a bag of microwave popcorn... but I wanted that soup! And it's not like I could go down to the cafeteria and buy something else to eat-- I stopped bringing money to work a couple weeks ago because when I did, all I bought were french fries and all I've been doing lately is getting fatter.

Sigh.

Anyway, today is a new day. I'm not at work, so it's a better day by default. I pumped up the tires on my bicycle and took a little ride around the neighborhood. And of course, I had some matzo ball soup. Yum.