Through sheer (bad?) luck, I haven't worked the last two days.
Today I wrote some novel background, bought some pain reliever for what I am incresingly thinking are migraines, ate a veggie sub, surfed the net, cleaned the apartment, and now I am enjoying a nice Austin afternoon rain. It was a good day, but pretty lonely, as days home alone often are. Even when you're doing different things, it's nice to have somebody around that you can share your random, humorous, and/or stupid observations with.
Here's one such observation: usually when I go to Subway, it's off peak hours so there is at most one or two other customers. Today I went at 12:30, when they were full for lunch. Anyway, I order and all three employees that handle my sandwhich - the bread-meat-cheese person, the vegetable person, and the cashier - seemed to be incredulous that I wasn't eating slices of cow, pig, or bird muscle on my sandwich. I had to tell them each twice that it was a veggie sub, the first time always met with a "What?" I know that only about one in a hundred Americans is a vegetarian, but they never seem to have any trouble understanding the concept when I'm the only customer to deal with.