when working this morning, my boss came in and told me about the many free types of food in the kitchen. apparently they were left overs from the staff meeting they held without me. i got excited because of my lack of food in my apartment, and wondered into the kitchen, stomach growling, mouth watering. i walked in, and to my surprise, bread laid on the large table. many types of coffee bread, apple bread, cheese cake bread, cranberry bread, banana bread, all looking so good. i was suddenly sad, and hungrier than ever. i cannot eat gluten. gluten is in wheat. i cannot eat bread. i was not happy. i looked around a little longer, eager to find something i could eat, but was sadly mistaken. who takes fruit to a staff meeting?? i walked solemnly back to my desk, empty handed and upset about being happy under false pretenses.
a few hours later, i was called to work at the campus advising career carnival. again the selling words were' free food'!!! i agreed to work the carnival full of clueless freshman simply hoping to again regain my confidence in free food. i walked the two miles to the building, and set up my booth. at once, the students began lining up. not for my exploration center booth, but for the food. i got in line, ready to see what my volunteerism had given me. i saw hot dog buns, hot dogs, cheese, pretzels, and cheese cake. UGHHH!! this was not happening again. ohh but it did. i grumbled and walked back to my both, only to be greeted by freshman wondering where the free food was. i swallowed my misfortune, put on a happy face, and pointed them in the direction gluten filled tables, sighed, looked at the clock, and began counting down the minutes until i was able to leave gluphonia and go back to my lair of nightly vegetarian, taco salads. yum!!
