It's a "found object lunch" kind of day

Found object lunch isn't as gross as it sounds. It's just what I call a meal of whatever random things I throw together from the fridge. I woke up very late (apparently someone broke into my house solely to turn off my alarm and thus make me late for work. Thanks, dude.). I didn't have a lunch ready together. Thus the hard boiled egg (I boiled eggs just before bed last night. yay me!), last of the carrot sticks, and half of a large soft pretzel lunch.

We have expired pizza Hot Pockets at work. S has been trying to get us to eat them because she ordered new boxes. I had one the other day and the meat was grey. So I'm throwing away an armful of grey processed pepperoni pockets as soon as S leaves today. I warned my coworkers, too. (Note: the director is 100% cool with sneaking things into the trash when S isn't here. S saves everything. Which is a total teacher/librarian mentality. The director and I try to maintain some boundaries.)

A little later

Hiding at my desk in the back. Just had crazy old racist in ranting at the Circ Desk. Some of the highlights:

they killed off 5000 older conservative Christians, good people all, with their COVID

JFK was a bastard who needed to be removed from office

Oswald did not kill JFK (followed by long incoherent argument about ammo sizes, altho I'm not sure who he was arguing with. ATF? Oliver Stone?)

how many times did you see that Biden during the election? 5 or 6? that's because they kept him in the basement the rest of the time

something about Bill Clinton being mad and Hillary being, I dunno, probably being Hillary, but I was pretty much glazed by then and only catching one word in every five

I. AM. DONE.