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I've found myself frequently referring to the fact that my new job is in the biotch industry. It occurs to me that there might be some people out there who have no idea what I'm talking about. To correct this, I give you this link.
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So there's this little coffee shop/bakery in the office park which I walk past on the way to work every morning called "The Daily Bagel". It's cute, it has a little picture of a bagel reading the newspaper, and they have pretty decent hot chocolate.
This morning, having awakened too late to make myself breakfast (as usual), and having left home too late to get my usual donuts from the Dunkin' Donuts on the way to the train station, I thought, "Well, they're named after bagels, maybe I should give them a try." I'd heard the horror stories, I knew I was probably going to be disappointed, but it's only fair to give someone a chance before assuming they'll disappoint you.
So I purchased a toasted sesame "bagel" with cream cheese. What I received was a rather pleasant bready circular roll which looks as though it once had a hole before it rose in the oven so much the hole closed. Cut in half, toasted, and slathered with a healthy (paltry by N.Y.C. standards, reasonable to most sane people) amount of cream cheese. It's really not bad, except that every time I go to take a bite of it I have to convince myself not to expect to be taking a bite of a bagel. It's hard going.
I haven't been here that long, and I was never that much of a bagel eater, but the person who can get a bagel into my possession before 11 A.M. on a work day will earn my sincerest gratitude.
P.S. For those who missed the memo, I started work last Wednesday. It's going well so far. There may be more on that, and the exciting urinating into a portable vessel adventure, later.
This morning, having awakened too late to make myself breakfast (as usual), and having left home too late to get my usual donuts from the Dunkin' Donuts on the way to the train station, I thought, "Well, they're named after bagels, maybe I should give them a try." I'd heard the horror stories, I knew I was probably going to be disappointed, but it's only fair to give someone a chance before assuming they'll disappoint you.
So I purchased a toasted sesame "bagel" with cream cheese. What I received was a rather pleasant bready circular roll which looks as though it once had a hole before it rose in the oven so much the hole closed. Cut in half, toasted, and slathered with a healthy (paltry by N.Y.C. standards, reasonable to most sane people) amount of cream cheese. It's really not bad, except that every time I go to take a bite of it I have to convince myself not to expect to be taking a bite of a bagel. It's hard going.
I haven't been here that long, and I was never that much of a bagel eater, but the person who can get a bagel into my possession before 11 A.M. on a work day will earn my sincerest gratitude.
P.S. For those who missed the memo, I started work last Wednesday. It's going well so far. There may be more on that, and the exciting urinating into a portable vessel adventure, later.
