Hmph. Some lunch. But I suppose I should start from the morning.
I woke up around five, so that gives me around three or four hours of sleep (I was working till at least 01:30 "last night"). Being awake for so long, my mother charged me with not going to sleep. I denied this allegation, but I'm not sure if she believed me.
In case you're wondering, I did have a dream, and a strange one, too! The teachers of two classes were holding a competition as to whose students were more academically adept by forcing individual students to solve puzzles. I was in one of those classes, probably thirteen in the dream, and I remember participting in a puzzle. Neither the puzzles, the teachers, or the competition seemed the least bit rational to me, but at least I got the puzzle I played right. Which by the way, was some sort of maze, with the walls made out of velvet line...
Almost every other part of the dream I cannot adequately describe, except for the part where I was being tailed by cannibalistic children. That part of the dream went like a third-person platformer. As for the puzzle part of my dream, it was first-person.
I dressed, having taken a bath just "last night," and we headed to the convention hall. I don't remember what time we arrived, but we had to be there by 06:45. The convention offered complementary breakfast, and surprisingly, at least to me, they had no bagels. Not that I'm complaining. The pumpkin muffin I had -free-loader alert- was quite delicious and filling.
I read, typed, drew, and daydreamt. Oh, the things I typed and thought about... Anyway, I had no idea that so many X ray technologists smoked. Or at least the young ones. With every break there were always fifteen people smoking outside the building! As people came in and out I gagged, the fumes wafting into the building. My mother and I could not comprehend how people who look at diseased organs and bones for a living could have such vile and unhealthy habits. Thank God for California's strict smoking regulations.
We had an hour long lunch break, and we decided to go to Perkins restaurant and Bakery. Oh, what a terrible mistake that was... Perkins isn't a high-end restaurant. No, it's like Denny's except with a bakery. And what is Denny's like in my experience? Run-of-the-mill food, polite but incompetent service, and long, long waiting times. How delightful.
We were seated immediately, and the restaurant being so full of locals (they don't carry bags) I was given a good first impression. Our waiter hastily attended to us and only asked what sort of refreshments we would like. I chose tap water, and mother chose coffee. After that he was well on his way to attending a million other customers or so, but it wasn't until we left the restaurant that I noticed the place was understaffed.
So for fifteen minutes we waited for iced tap water and coffee, along with more creamer. When our waiter came we ordered two Lemon-Pepper Grilled Tilapia Filets and one cup of tomato and beef soup. Another fifteen minutes passed until we were served soup. My mother insisted I try a bit, even though I stated I wanted to save my appetite and get full easily. I succumbed to curiosity and discovered the vegetables seemed fresh, the beef was tender, and the soup was savoury.
Thirty minutes later and still no food. My mother stated she felt like leaving and only paying for the soup, and I said I'd go with whatever she did. We left the table, left for front-of-house, and waited for a cashier. The host told us she'd be with us in a minute, but instead she made idle chatter with an elderly customer. My mother had had it and we left without a word.
It was raining again, so we slipped into the convention center to decrease the risk of slipping and falling. I was cheery that I finally had been able to walk under the rain; my mother frequently remarked on the similarity between Florida and Philippine's weather. As we made our way to our hotel room (my mother's things were inside) she apologised to me, but I refused to accept it.
"It's not your fault we didn't know how terrible the restaurant is. Now that we know, I'll write a review on it too."
My mother had a banana before leaving for the convention, and I stayed in the room. Now I think I'll go have a banana...
I woke up around five, so that gives me around three or four hours of sleep (I was working till at least 01:30 "last night"). Being awake for so long, my mother charged me with not going to sleep. I denied this allegation, but I'm not sure if she believed me.
In case you're wondering, I did have a dream, and a strange one, too! The teachers of two classes were holding a competition as to whose students were more academically adept by forcing individual students to solve puzzles. I was in one of those classes, probably thirteen in the dream, and I remember participting in a puzzle. Neither the puzzles, the teachers, or the competition seemed the least bit rational to me, but at least I got the puzzle I played right. Which by the way, was some sort of maze, with the walls made out of velvet line...
Almost every other part of the dream I cannot adequately describe, except for the part where I was being tailed by cannibalistic children. That part of the dream went like a third-person platformer. As for the puzzle part of my dream, it was first-person.
I dressed, having taken a bath just "last night," and we headed to the convention hall. I don't remember what time we arrived, but we had to be there by 06:45. The convention offered complementary breakfast, and surprisingly, at least to me, they had no bagels. Not that I'm complaining. The pumpkin muffin I had -free-loader alert- was quite delicious and filling.
I read, typed, drew, and daydreamt. Oh, the things I typed and thought about... Anyway, I had no idea that so many X ray technologists smoked. Or at least the young ones. With every break there were always fifteen people smoking outside the building! As people came in and out I gagged, the fumes wafting into the building. My mother and I could not comprehend how people who look at diseased organs and bones for a living could have such vile and unhealthy habits. Thank God for California's strict smoking regulations.
We had an hour long lunch break, and we decided to go to Perkins restaurant and Bakery. Oh, what a terrible mistake that was... Perkins isn't a high-end restaurant. No, it's like Denny's except with a bakery. And what is Denny's like in my experience? Run-of-the-mill food, polite but incompetent service, and long, long waiting times. How delightful.
We were seated immediately, and the restaurant being so full of locals (they don't carry bags) I was given a good first impression. Our waiter hastily attended to us and only asked what sort of refreshments we would like. I chose tap water, and mother chose coffee. After that he was well on his way to attending a million other customers or so, but it wasn't until we left the restaurant that I noticed the place was understaffed.
So for fifteen minutes we waited for iced tap water and coffee, along with more creamer. When our waiter came we ordered two Lemon-Pepper Grilled Tilapia Filets and one cup of tomato and beef soup. Another fifteen minutes passed until we were served soup. My mother insisted I try a bit, even though I stated I wanted to save my appetite and get full easily. I succumbed to curiosity and discovered the vegetables seemed fresh, the beef was tender, and the soup was savoury.
Thirty minutes later and still no food. My mother stated she felt like leaving and only paying for the soup, and I said I'd go with whatever she did. We left the table, left for front-of-house, and waited for a cashier. The host told us she'd be with us in a minute, but instead she made idle chatter with an elderly customer. My mother had had it and we left without a word.
It was raining again, so we slipped into the convention center to decrease the risk of slipping and falling. I was cheery that I finally had been able to walk under the rain; my mother frequently remarked on the similarity between Florida and Philippine's weather. As we made our way to our hotel room (my mother's things were inside) she apologised to me, but I refused to accept it.
"It's not your fault we didn't know how terrible the restaurant is. Now that we know, I'll write a review on it too."
My mother had a banana before leaving for the convention, and I stayed in the room. Now I think I'll go have a banana...
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