wow two posts in a day, you are so lucky.
so I had a breakfast burrito today from the cafeteria here at work and noticed a couple things I wanted to share.
a sign that the economy is bad? the cook takes a pinch of salt and adds some of it to the ingredients in the burrito, then throws the rest of back into the salt bin. man it must be really bad... or is it...
so the burritos are big, they generously give a lot of filling, either because they are nice or they are really bad at estimating what is a good amount to make a good sized end product. I am going with the former because I do not want to believe that even after months they don't learn that too much will be bad for the tortilla. which leads me to my next observation. Tortillas that come out of the package are brittle and warming it up will help that a bit. Ideally you want to steam it because throwing it on the grill too long will take more moisture out and make it worse, but you can soften it up if you are careful. Here its put on the grill for maybe 10 secs, after which they try to fit the mountain of filling in it (which although nice, not so good for me since I am watching my weight after being called fat by my friends back home during my break). As you might have guessed, the tortilla gave, leaking some of the delicious burrito juice onto the plate. So he puts a new tortilla on the grill for the same 10 seconds, throws the burrito in that one, old tortilla and all, wraps that up, throws away the plate with the juice and presents it to me on a new plate. Two tortillas and two plates, maybe there is some hope that the economy is doing fine.
by the way, despite his efforts, the burrito still leaked, onto my pants. More deliciousness lost what a bummer. Maybe the day will get better, maybe not.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
AND IM BACK BABY!!!
so its been over a month since I last posted. I spent a bit over 3 weeks in my home town of Frisco, (that's San Francisco for all you fancy folks out there). It was a great break that was unfortunately too short. Saw the folks, saw some friends, saw a couple movies.
So as I was preparing to go back home this time I decided that I should go see some new things in Frisco that I never did when I lived there, among those on the list were alcatraz and the japanese tea garden in golden gate park. It would easy I told myself, I can walk down to the pier to take the ferry to The Rock (which by the way is a GREAT movie) and not have to worry about parking and my friend offered to lend me their car while they were away so I can drive myself to all the wonderful places I planned to visit (little do they know that I ha vent driven in SF for years and that I am a crazy driver... HAHA SUCKERS). Long story short, I never made it to alcatraz, it rained a lot and the days it didn't rain, I had other plans or I went home wayyyy too late and woke up later. As for the japanese tea garden, it was nice, but unimpressive. If not for the cute girl that worked at the tea station/snack shop, it would have been a total loss.
I am glad to say I had a couple of adventures while I was home. There were a couple nights I didn't make it home. One night we went out drinking at my friend's bar, I believe it was Christmas day. So I had a few drinks, but was fine until someone decided a couple of us should have flaming lamborghinis mainly because one girl wanted to see a drink that was lit on fire. Guys are suckers. Anyways, I was still ok after that one, but not good enough to drive, but definitely not as bad as Backy and Jimmy's wedding, which I will prob never hear the end of from my friends, but I digress. Anyways, my buddy Ed says to hang out at his place for a bit then he will drive me back to my loaner car. So we go to his place and sit there drinking water, eating peanuts and watching tv... next thing I know its like 3:30 so I tell ed that I'm good to go now, I can drive, but he says, no you aren't just stay here tonight. Not in the mood to argue with him, especially since he is one of those f*cking lawyers, I end up sleeping on his couch, which is espcially great since this is the first time I have meet his parents. They must have a GREAT impression of me now.
Let's see, second time was the night of the Emerald Bowl, GO BEARS!!! We go to my friend's other bar to hang out and to see my friend JT who was home from socal. We were also celebrating my friend Ed's birthday, which came around at midnight. His story... I think he passed out and we threw him in someone's car to drive him home. My story? I can't find my house keys, I stay at the bar after it closes to look for it. Then I go to my friends place where I was watching the game to see if it fell in the cracks in his couch so three of use are searching through the cracks about 5 times each for 15 minutes or so and can't find it. So I think maybe I might have dropped it when I went to dinner close by. So its prob around 330 by now so I decide to stay over and in the morning call the place to see if they found anything. So i wake up and being pretty tired I decide to watch some tv and as I was in the same sitting position as when I was watching the game the day before I decide to search for my keys again. I stick my hands into the couch and feel something... I pull it out and there are my keys... POFS (for those not good with acronyms... thats short for PIECE OF F*CKING SH!T). How can three people who are really tired and/or slightly buzzed search for 10-15min and not be able to find it? AI YAH... this is great. i LOVE life.
Last bit of news as this is getting way too long. My friends Vickie and Ka had a new years eve party, which was great by the way, pictures are here. Just wanted to say it was a lot of fun and while we played Sing Star on PS3 I pretty much confirmed that I am THE WORST singer that I or anyone that I know, knows. Most likely worse than the infamous William Hung. Although I am curious as to what Simon Cowell would say to me if I were auditioning for American Idol. Perhaps after looking at my application, engineer from Cal and seeing that I am asian he would, in his british accent tell me... "William, since you have last been on this show, you have actually gotten worse!" after all, we do mostly look the same so it's not entirely his fault that hes confused.
So this is it, its too long already, I did watch some movies (Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Benjamin Button, and Slumdog Millionaire) during my break and will review them in my next post.
Peace out
So as I was preparing to go back home this time I decided that I should go see some new things in Frisco that I never did when I lived there, among those on the list were alcatraz and the japanese tea garden in golden gate park. It would easy I told myself, I can walk down to the pier to take the ferry to The Rock (which by the way is a GREAT movie) and not have to worry about parking and my friend offered to lend me their car while they were away so I can drive myself to all the wonderful places I planned to visit (little do they know that I ha vent driven in SF for years and that I am a crazy driver... HAHA SUCKERS). Long story short, I never made it to alcatraz, it rained a lot and the days it didn't rain, I had other plans or I went home wayyyy too late and woke up later. As for the japanese tea garden, it was nice, but unimpressive. If not for the cute girl that worked at the tea station/snack shop, it would have been a total loss.
I am glad to say I had a couple of adventures while I was home. There were a couple nights I didn't make it home. One night we went out drinking at my friend's bar, I believe it was Christmas day. So I had a few drinks, but was fine until someone decided a couple of us should have flaming lamborghinis mainly because one girl wanted to see a drink that was lit on fire. Guys are suckers. Anyways, I was still ok after that one, but not good enough to drive, but definitely not as bad as Backy and Jimmy's wedding, which I will prob never hear the end of from my friends, but I digress. Anyways, my buddy Ed says to hang out at his place for a bit then he will drive me back to my loaner car. So we go to his place and sit there drinking water, eating peanuts and watching tv... next thing I know its like 3:30 so I tell ed that I'm good to go now, I can drive, but he says, no you aren't just stay here tonight. Not in the mood to argue with him, especially since he is one of those f*cking lawyers, I end up sleeping on his couch, which is espcially great since this is the first time I have meet his parents. They must have a GREAT impression of me now.
Let's see, second time was the night of the Emerald Bowl, GO BEARS!!! We go to my friend's other bar to hang out and to see my friend JT who was home from socal. We were also celebrating my friend Ed's birthday, which came around at midnight. His story... I think he passed out and we threw him in someone's car to drive him home. My story? I can't find my house keys, I stay at the bar after it closes to look for it. Then I go to my friends place where I was watching the game to see if it fell in the cracks in his couch so three of use are searching through the cracks about 5 times each for 15 minutes or so and can't find it. So I think maybe I might have dropped it when I went to dinner close by. So its prob around 330 by now so I decide to stay over and in the morning call the place to see if they found anything. So i wake up and being pretty tired I decide to watch some tv and as I was in the same sitting position as when I was watching the game the day before I decide to search for my keys again. I stick my hands into the couch and feel something... I pull it out and there are my keys... POFS (for those not good with acronyms... thats short for PIECE OF F*CKING SH!T). How can three people who are really tired and/or slightly buzzed search for 10-15min and not be able to find it? AI YAH... this is great. i LOVE life.
Last bit of news as this is getting way too long. My friends Vickie and Ka had a new years eve party, which was great by the way, pictures are here. Just wanted to say it was a lot of fun and while we played Sing Star on PS3 I pretty much confirmed that I am THE WORST singer that I or anyone that I know, knows. Most likely worse than the infamous William Hung. Although I am curious as to what Simon Cowell would say to me if I were auditioning for American Idol. Perhaps after looking at my application, engineer from Cal and seeing that I am asian he would, in his british accent tell me... "William, since you have last been on this show, you have actually gotten worse!" after all, we do mostly look the same so it's not entirely his fault that hes confused.
So this is it, its too long already, I did watch some movies (Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Benjamin Button, and Slumdog Millionaire) during my break and will review them in my next post.
Peace out
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