The Position is Filled

I've decided that I have ADD. Just like the rest of the world. I'm lethargic. I have no motivation. I feel like I'm living in slow motion. Like being under water. A lot of people must feel this way. Nothing can be done.

My new best friend's name is Tristan. I decided this today. It's weird because I knew a boy named Tristan in elementary school. He had big glasses and red hair. He taught me to use a blade of grass to make an obnoxious noise. But this new Tristan is a girl. She works 2 cubicles down from me and whenever I see her she's always flirting with all the guys at work or chatting on her cell phone. I asked her what her job was and she told me that she's an assistant to the Rehab guy and she just pretty much types up crap that his lazy ass won't do.

So today my regular lunch/domino date decided to call in sick. I was doomed to eat lunch alone in the lunch room. It's a daunting feeling. Like elementary school all over again where you get anxiety attacks in the cafeteria trying to find a place to sit amongst the scary laughing kids. For me anyway. I have ADD.

But Tristan came by and asked if anyone didn't have plans for lunch because she wanted sushi. No one answered. I wanted sushi. I said so. She told me if I wanted sushi I had better know where to get the sushi because she was driving and I am shot gun. I knew right where to go.

It was pretty funny because we pulled out of the parking lot and she's like, where to? I say turn left now! and then, left again! right here! Here? There! Don't miss it! She pulls the car into the parking lot, across the street from our building. I guess we could have just walked, I say. She laughs.

The sushi place is all retro, Tristan says. Not like the usual japanese style. But all designy-like. It turns out that she's not the big sushi fabuloso I thought she was. In fact I know more about it than she does. And I don't even like the raw fish. She agrees. There's this one sushi I love with avocado and crab and this drizzly tasty scrumptous souce and tobiku. yum E. Tristan looks over the Beginer rolls and picks out something nasty full of mushrooms and something about tempora. When we get it tho, she likes mine better and orders the same. We ate like 6 rolls between us. Way too much sushi. She even talks about ordering some to go until I persuade her not to on account of it going bad in like 2 hours. No sense in dying over old sushi when the sushi place is across the street from work. She picked up the tab and told me I could get it next time. heh heh. I'm such a mooch. But did I not offer to break my 20 and give her change? I did in fact! Refusal all the way.

Next wednesday we are going for sushi again. My domin/lunch date isn't a sushi girl so she'll probably come and not eat or just not come. Whatever. Here's to Sushi Tristan Wednesday!

old junk ...new junk