8/13/17
I was confused by my alarm going off today. I couldn't remember why I had set it, and I hit the snooze a few times. I still got up with plenty of time to get ready, but I'm really never that thrilled to go in a Sunday. Sunday is supposed to be the Lorde's day, but instead we got the lady from Frozenâ„¢ in town. I guess you could say it's been pretty "chill"... When I took my lunch break, I was so sure that I was going to need more food because of how it's been going lately at Qdoba. I stopped by the Walgreen's in the mall and stocked up on snacks. I got up to the food court, but from the escalator I couldn't see anyone behind the counter. Just before I got there, a family got right in front of me, and then The Adept and The Apprentice came out to work in tandem. They all got some kind of burrito bowls or nachos or something without any beans. I held back an audible scoff. The tween boys couldn't decide what kind of queso they wanted, regular or "Diablo", so they got little sample cups and a couple chips so they could try it and see if the Diablo was too spicy. I just can't imagine not knowing whether or not I want to go full on spicy or not. I'm not a big believer in the middle ground here. You must choose your side. Either you fully commit your body and soul to el Diablo, or go back to the baby school for babies. The Adept made my burrito this time, and she started out with a huge scoop of rice, and then plenty of beans of both kinds. I felt like I hit the jackpot today. I got the rest of the veggies in the pan. They looked like shit, but you know I still want them. The only thing that let me down a little was the size of the dollop of guacamole. It seemed so small, but the burrito was already so large. I think that's on me and not on The Adept. On one of Dizzy's burrito's that same serving of guac would maybe even look generous. It was very much concentrated on one part of the burrito, though. That bad boy ripped right away when she tried wrapping it. She went back to the start to get another tortilla, and called out to The Apprentice by his Christian name to ask what kind of tortilla I had. I'm not going to say his name, because I feel bad enough that I've already outed Ronnie and Ashley by using their names instead of giving them nicknames. I don't want The Apprentice to have to deal with the paparazzi the way his coworkers do. I felt so great about his double wrap. I couldn't wait to get back and munch, but the family in front of me was still trying to figure out what they wanted to drink. When I finally paid, The Apprentice kept my receipt, so I couldn't check my point balance. I can check it online, I suppose. Weight: 939 grams (33.10 oz).
