Suburban Hell Hits the Budget Again
First off, you have to remember, I don’t cook at home. I am staying with a friend while my apartment undergoes renovation. I feel funny about taking over his kitchen, so I don’t. I usually buy my lunch because otherwise, I’d never leave my desk, ever. It comes from working in a call center. You get measured on your availability to take calls so I almost never get up.
At any rate, not only do I need to pay for a lot of gas to get to my new job, but the insult to this injury is that there’s really no place to pick up lunch out there. I have to either walk, which would be ok if my allergies weren’t freaking out right now, or drive to someone place to get food.
Driving means hopping into the car and trolling the industrial park for its small delis for something tasty. Frankly, I’m starting to think I SHOULD pack my lunch, but I hate cold food and I still haven’t figured out the kitchen at the new gig. It took me 3 days to find the coffee and vending machines because no one showed them to me the first day and the second kitchenette I was using was so tiny there was nothing in it. Not even a plastic fork.
So I’ve surveyed the places to dine and I think the local supermarket, the furthest away from the office of the ready options, is the best place to eat for freshness and price. But it’s still not cheap. I’m going to start bringing my own diet sodas soon and I’ve already started keeping some snacks in my desk so I don’t freak out with hypoglycemia. I’ll have to plan things a lot better, but I know what’s going to happen. I’m going to get so busy every day that I’ll forget to eat let alone make a market run to stock up.
UGH. The motivation to be frugal is flying out the window. I miss the convenience of urban areas, hopping down the street and grabbing a pack of mints or a soda. POOH ON YOU, SUBURBS!
Lesson here? Adjust, Accommodate, Adjust. I hate a wrench in the works, but I must strive to remain ever flexible.
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