Monday - Beef Curry with cesc4 and the bhoy down in the local.
Tuesday - Cottage Pie with ClarkeyCat in town.
Wednesday - Swedish Food Company: panini with cajun chicken, 1 slice of swiss cheese, coleslaw and lettuce and brought back to my desk.
Thursday - My wild card day: It could be another lunch with cesc4, the bhoy or even ClarkeyCat if I’m desperate. If some pothole from my past randomly texts or emails about catching up for lunch then Thursday is my designated day to fit these misfits in.
Friday - Chicken Curry with cesc4 and the bhoy back down to the local again where we started the week. It’s like the circle has been completed and my week is done. We all make sure we enter the weekly football sweep (which I won this week just gone yet again), ogle the fook out of the new hot bird that works there and have a large coffee each before heading back to look at the internet for another 3 hours. We have also decided to bring in a new quarterly regime where 4 times a year we take a half-day and just remain in the pub and get locked for the afternoon instead of going back to work. We first did this in early December and we have March 14th pencilled in as our next such venture.
Sounds deadly. The last bit, I mean obviously. Not the rest. The rest is as predictable as mine.
12pm leave for NCI canteen around the corner from work
12.10 order sandwich with mayo, tikka, cheese, lettuce, onion, tomato, maybe a packet of crisps
12.15 return to office to look at the papers online
13.00 start working again…well, 13.30 more realistic really
Friday usually go to the pub or else subway
Being a pervert of society, I can’t be doign anything too interesting
I was telling a few of the lads about our once a quarter get locked at lunchtime plan. Most of them, like us 3 plan pioneers, were giddy like children but then one of them said, ‘So you’re starting drinking at 2pm on a Friday instead of 5pm - what’s the big deal about that?’ I was pretty much lost for an explanation but there’s something about it that appeals to me.
It’s painfully simple why it appeals. You’re knocking back the good stuff when you are keenly aware that everyone else is in work. Like the train to an away trip, it’s an unbeatable feeling. Looking at 6 empty cans in front of you on the train, and the rattler pulls in at some god forsaken place like Cork, and you stumble off the train with a belch and a fart, before realising it’s only 4pm and the session hasn’t even started yet.
And the cunts of bouncers with power tripping egos won’t let you through the door! Cork City bouncers are the absolute scum of the earth! One pint is too many according to most of them.
Since the boycott of The 51 was commenced on Saturday, March 8th, my lunch routine has changed, changed utterly, and I now go out for a sandwich more often than I used to. Previously, I maybe did this once a week but now it’s up to two or even three times and there’s a trend that’s annoying the scheidt out of me. Take today for example, I arrived into the shop at about 12.40pm and saw there was 5 or 6 people ahead of me in the queue with 2 staff making the sambos. As a result, I didn’t envisage waiting too long but that was before two bitches ahead of me produced lists and ordered 3 sambos each. I fooking hate that scheidt and I felt like going up and decking both of them. What kind of weiner gets involved in a lunch rota where you take turns going out and ordering each other’s sambos? I was standing there waiting for ages because of one clown trying to decipher what exactly was written on the page she had. Fooking idiots.
It would have been worse if everybody who ordered actually went to the sandwich bar together instead of sending one punter down for three lunches. It takes longer to serve three people three separate sandwiches then it does for one person to order the lot and pay for them all together.
Having said that I’d never get into a sandwich rota, I do my own thing!
If each person goes for their sandwich then you know exactly how many sandwichs will be made before you in the queue and you can make alternative plans if necessary.
Nothing as horrible as waiting around in a queue for a few minutes only to have the person before you asking for about ten sandwichs…
When I worked on the till in McDonald’s it was a lot easier and quicker to serve one punter five BigMac meals then it was to serve five punters one BigMac meal each.
Bandage I just assumed you wanted a sandwich regardless of the queue, I know at about 11.30am I’d have a firm idea in my head what I wanted for lunch regardless of queue size. Making alternative plans for my pallet that wanted a sandwich but got a wrap for example would just put me in a bad mood for the afternoon.
Have to agree with Bandage there. Its one of the things I dont like. Its more of an issue in the new job as the nearest shop is a few minutes away and Ill be dammed if Im ever going for the run. I look after myself mainly because if you tend to go for people then usually when you get there the deli counter wont have something they were looking for and the decision arrises do I ring them which holds up the queue or just get what I think is similar and then risk them moaning if they dont like it.