the meaning-filled lunchbox
here's the way it went down-for a while now liz and i have decided that we're trying to pack a lunch for work as often as possible. we're trying to save money and decided that it was a good way to start. after all, it does add up... so four days a week we pack a lunch and on friday my office buys it for everyone in the building. liz eats out.
so after a couple months of packing a lunch, liz called me up a couple days ago and asked if i wanted her to pick up a lunchbox for me (and one for her) at walmart. my thoughts immediately went to me- walking into work with a plastic lunchbox, and leaving with it later that day so that my wife could again fill it for me to continue the process the next day. i hate the thought of carrying a lunchbox, and couldn't get past the image that i thought it displayed.
liz explained that she could only imagine me leaving every morning- struggling to carry all that my lunch contained in different bags, my camera for work, my keys, coffee mug, and any other various items needed for that particular day. since she leaves earlier in the morning than do i for her job, this is a task she has not watched me go through; and since you have to lock the door with two hands it gets even more complicated. she said she could only imagine though, and she was trying to be thoughtful.
but my waring thought of the typical man carrying his lunchbox still struck me as something i didn't want to do. i then had an attitude check- i realized that i was being prideful and arrogant and needed to deal with it and get over it. it was also in that moment that i decided the best way to do that was to get a lunchbox and use it every day. but not just any lunchbox- a powerpuff girls pink lunchbox. and just for grins, make it the metal kind!
talk about humiliating- this should do the trick.
liz asked what was my motives for those thoughts and i explained that i decided that i was prideful and didn't want to live with the lunchbox mentality- so i was doing the very thing and worse that i never wanted to do.
after a heart check, we decided that i didn't need to go to such extremes as powerpuff girls, and that it wasn't just a pride issue- i just liked to conduct myself professionally in my workplace.
and so ends the story of the meaning-filled lunchbox- my pride in check, my lunch still in my hands....or maybe a brown paper bag.
posted by Kevin @ 1:03 AM
3 Comments:
you could opt for the thermos bags ... keeps your lunch cold and is professional looking! great story ... totally made me laugh!!
Oh, and don't knock my 30 mph ... that's FAST to me!! :-)
and by thermos bag do you mean the soft shell idea? yup.....hate those too. :)
A lunchbox ordeal. I miss Kevin and Liz and fun moments. You guys are hilarious!
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