In a Funk
In such a bad mood this afternoon. This should be a great day, as the partners (as well as some of the midlevels) are gone. Everyone’s wearing jeans and feeling pretty relaxed. I guess the problem is that I just want to go home, but I have work to do. It’s not pressing work, but every hour I spend on it now is an hour that I don’t have to work this weekend.
Anyone have some motivation for me?
In other news, I actually left the office and got a sit-down lunch today. I think it’s the first time I’ve done that since starting work. I got pizza from Adrienne’s Pizza Bar in the Financial District. (The Financial District is now apparently being called the FiDi by some people who are cool. This is a terrible name for the area. First of all, it sounds like something that you connect to with your laptop for internet access. Second, the belief that neighborhoods have to have a “name” that is some sort of retarded abbreviation before they can catch on is so annoying. The area already has a name: “the Financial District”. It does not need an abbreviated one.)
Anyway, I believe I was talking about pizza. The pizza was extremely good. It is (at least in Michigan parlance) Greek pizza, meaning that it’s square and has a nice crisp, yet greasy, crust — otherwise known as square deep-dish pizza, according to the website of Buddy’s, the Detroit-area restaurant where I first discovered this culinary wonder. The prices are perhaps somewhat high (I think you pay more for a single pizza at Adrienne’s than you would at Grimaldi’s, although the pizza at A’s is more substantial and probably larger), but it’s good, unique pizza in New York, where it’s hard to find anything other than traditional Italian-style pizza.