More chins than a Chinese buffet

The only thing more depressing than a Chinese buffet is going to a Chinese buffet by yourself. I've done a lot of things on my own, but frequenting a buffet by myself is one that I hope never happens.  The buffet is great though.  How can you pass up rows upon rows of cholesterol loaded “chicken” and “beef” dishes, and of course the sole tray of wilting iceberg lettuce? Alex and I had the pleasure of trying the Super Chinese Buffet on the north side this past Tuesday night. Every day a mere $5.88 will get you a ticket to make all of your buffet dreams come true. And boy did we make those dreams come true. My favorite is the attempt at sushi. Of course a buffet can’t produce high quality sushi, so you get a roll with loads of cucumber, no cream cheese or avocado. That shit is expensive. There is nothing better than rice, seaweed, and cucumber. Needless to say, we will be returning.

I’m still enjoying my new job. Are you ready for my first complaint? All of my favorite time killing sites are blocked. ALL of them. Well, to be fair, allrecipes.com is accessible but the load speed is not impressive and you can only browse recipes for so long before you feel like a horrible house mom. Working front desk allowed me to get accustomed to perusing social networking sites during slow times and now that I don’t have that luxury, I do not know what to do with myself. At this point I’m getting into my Altoids about every 10 minutes. Killing time is hard.

The job is good though. Are you ready for my second complaint? I don’t understand the fine line that many of the women walk on their business casual outfits. I wish someone would explain to me what is going on here. I see the very casual jean skirts, khakis, and cropped type pant, but then on the other end of the spectrum some women wear suits and heels. I have been erring on the side of caution but part of me really wants to test the limits with this. I don’t know with what, but the urge is there.