Thursday #62 – after a couple of days with a temperamental
tummy, this day kicked off sans breakfast as I headed to The Scientist’s to
pick her up on my way to work. When I got
there (5 or 10 minutes after leaving DTM’s) I realised I had tragically left my
pasta in the fridge at his house and couldn’t be bothered to go back (and
consequently be late for work) so accepted the fact that I would have to buy my
lunch, despite driving all the way to Maroubra on Wednesday night to cook the
damn food. Bugger.
Work was fairly unmemorable, though there was some confusion
over whether or not we should be saying our goodbyes as my possible jury duty
meant this may have been my last week day at work (still had a couple of
Saturdays locked in – woo!) but all in all ‘twas fairly standard. After The Scientist had whinged about her
shortened hours I had thoughtfully offered to swap with her and left at 3 with
her finishing off the last 2 hours of my shift.
I don’t even remember what I had for lunch; I just know it wasn’t my
pesto agnolotti.
When I got back to DTM’s (after posting in my AHPRA
registration forms to become a legit doctor) I may or may not have watched some
TV or busied myself on my computer – this weird kinda part time work schedule
mixed with his lack of employment means all my days tend to blur into one and
only really stand out if there are exciting trips to Bunnings or The Tip! Just after 7.30 we got picked up by The
BH&G Fan and The Apprentice to go to dinner in celebration of my finishing
uni and The Scientist finishing school. It
was a joint celebration but I feel it’s worth pointing out that one of us
became an optometrist along with only 41 other people in the state, while the
other sat some exams along with 73 396 other people in the state...just sayin’.
Dinner was in Terrey Hills at a restaurant selected
specifically because of the inclusion of a pizza with fries on its menu. Yes, fries.
I’ve long been a fan of the Nachos pizza down in Manly and have no
problems tucking into a slice with some corn chips and guac on top, and don’t
even get me started on the wedges pizza I ate on more than one occasion staying
with The Weather Girl in Paris, but there was something very odd about this
pizza. It was nice, sure, but it really
did feel like they had made a plain margarita pizza and then dumped a pack of
McDonalds fries on top – I’m pretty sure the fries and the rest of the pizza
were not cooked together. It was tasty –
and how could it not be, it was after all just a salty carb fest with tomato
sauce – but I feel like it could’ve been more complete with just a bit of
cheese on top of the chips or something tying them to the base. Take that for a food review Matt Preston. We shared a couple of these pizzas as well as
a few more before heading back to The BH&G Fan’s house to share the nutella
pizza The Marge had bought for dessert.
The Weather Girl then dropped us back at DTM’s while I attempted
to remove her old Warringah Council parking sticker to replace it with the new
one she’d just bought. Apparently she
likes to recruit her front seat passengers to help with her stickers – a gym
friend had just recently sorted out her rego sticker for her. I made an absolute mess of her windscreen and
successfully removed maybe half of the old sticker. Oh well, any Thursday with pizza AND fries is
alright by me.
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