+Disaster Cow+: I'm getting better at this!

Does anyone else find it pathetic that now, after having this blog since 2008, I am just figuring out how to make the photo uploading process simpler?

I had always just used the HTML code that photobucket gave me, but now that I've changed that these photos are no longer clickable! (Like I've been wanting since what....early 09??)

Also, is it bad that I share these kinds of things? Like shouldn't this all be in my head instead of the stuff I actually publish? (As in, instead of having a problem while talking about food, and then fixing it and continuing about food, I stop and talk about the actual problem... This says to me that I let you all in on too much. Next I'll be telling you about how I can never find any of my socks....where do they go??)

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Yeah. Luxirare posts about Fauchon, but I post about noodles and company.

It was my day off, and I was practically out of money because I don't get my next check until next week, so I decided to get some moderately priced, surprisingly delicious food. I actually went to Trinacria earlier that day and got a sandwich, but I ate it so fast I didn't even have time to take a picture of it :P

Shot of the table while I waited for my food. I specifically sat in the sun so I could take nice photos :)

So this is probably my favorite picture I've taken since I've been back on the blogging-wagon. (If that's even a thing)

I actually didn't realize it until after the food had arrived at the table, but I was supposed to get chicken on this. I was just about to call the woman back over because I could've sworn I ordered it, but then I remembered I didn't have enough money when I got up to the register for chicken...

It was satisfying anyway.

I'm gonna make the "taking pictures of half eaten food" thing something regular here. Sorry if it disgusts you. It shouldn't though; I'm just trying to prove a point.

I'll get back to you when I figure out just what that point is.

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Candy Photography '11

I think it's an improvement on the incredibly tacky photos of Pocky I took a year ago. There's still some melted Hershey's kiss on my windowsill.

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RANT

The other day during service I was doing some mundane task, nothing that required much attention, so I started to do what I usually do in that type of situation: Think.

Dominic thinking alone is a dangerous thing. I just become so involved in my thoughts that I begin to have conversations with people that are standing around me, in my head. Like someone will be standing right next to me, silent, and I'll plan out how an entire conversation will go with them without ever saying a word. I just get way too involved in my mind.

Anyway, I was thinking (and I hate to even say this because I really don't like for people to know that I doubt myself) that for some reason I felt as though I couldn't do "this" (service) every day of my life.

Sometimes I think about the possibility that I've chosen the wrong job, but usually those doubts fade away by the next morning and everything is normal again. I'm sure I'm not the only person who does this, especially within this industry (I can only imagine how the people who do that that are in their 30's and 40's feel [trapped?]). I'm still young though; I could enroll in pre-med and start college again in the fall and still be a doctor at the same age that everyone else does.

I'm obviously not going to do this because I believe I've invested way too much in this to just let it go. I suppose this is the fight. I always wondered when I would get to the point where I would second guess myself, and about two weeks ago it was getting serious. I was doing very poorly at work; it just felt like Vino Rosina all over again. I don't think that semi colon was used properly in that sentence.... whatever. Anyway, I've been doing much better (I actually didn't even want to talk about that week because honestly by the time I was ready to talk about it, it was already over with).

Whoa. I think this is the farthest off topic I've ever gotten.

Getting back to what I was saying before, when I get lost in my head, nothing good comes from it. I start questioning things that don't need to be questioned, I start making up things in my head, wondering if people are talking about me, laughing at me for some reason. I guess those are just my insecurities, and it's really killing me to publish all that because I don't even like to recognize that I have insecurities, let alone telling other people about them.

I have a lot more to say on this topic but I'll save it for another time. We need some comic relief here; getting too serious. Sometime in the future we'll discuss "Dominic" and "Alexander". (Oh you must think I'm craaaaazy -.-)

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I went to IKEA later that night; just though I'd share my dinner with all of you. I actually think that when my dinner isn't staff meal at work, I'll take a picture of it and post it, no matter what it is. (Clearly it's usually nothing special; chicken fingers from the IKEA cafeteria)

One last thing! I saw this couch there, and I swear if I had $200 I would have bought it. It was final sale, I'm guessing because it was so ugly, but I thought it was amazing. This couch would be in my house... if I had a house... and $200...