Mid-week Recap

  • It’s been raining so hard all night and this morning that I’m pretty sure I will have to paddleboard to work this morning. Or canoe.
  • My days feel so much better when I get my fitness on before work. It’s tough to wake up earlier, but tougher to get all sweaty after work.
  • I love coffee. Just sayin’.
  • Today feels like Friday because I don’t have to go to work tomorrow or Friday. Why?
  • MOM IS COMING TODAY!!

Two girls hittin’ Chucktown hard for the next few days. Juuuust kidding, we’re pretty tame, but we will be having a blast. I’ve made Pimento cheese–something I completely hated until I moved here–made dinner reservations, planned a plantation tour, and a carriage ride. More or less, it will be fabulous. And completely glamorous. I mean look at her here, working it in jail:

Note to Self: NEVER Read the Comments

I cruise the internet A LOT for my internship. Researching recipes, chefs, restaurants, cities, other publications, etc. I spend a majority of my time doing this, with the odd writing assignment thrown in there. As one can (hopefully) imagine, reading interviews by chefs, a review of a new restaurant, or just a neat article about whatever can sometimes get me sidetracked and next thing I know I’m reading about something completely unrelated to what I’m working on. But, I’m getting paid in salt water taffy and compliments on my hair so I think the extra five minutes on Bon Appetit is going to be OK in the long run.

Moving forward in the story, the other day I was reading about a new burger joint that is opening in Charlottesville (this actually has to do with a work task so it’s cool). The article mentioned that it will be very “sports bar-esque” with TVs,  extensive beer menu, and a lively atmosphere. As a non-resident and a simpleton, I didn’t really care about this. But some people did:

“We downtown people do not eat hamburgers and french fries.” Whaaaaaa?

 

People who take the time to comment as such, on a totally innocuous article, are the worst. I am actually saying that out loud in italics. Just imagine it with me. Seriously. I’ve spent much more time on the internet with the internship than I normally do and I’m finding out that people like this are all over the place. Again with the italics. I mean, who are you?! Where are you? I want to avoid you at all costs.

I absolutely cannot understand hecklers like this. And these ones I’ve shared with you are relatively harmless. I read an article on Huffington Post last week about a sad breakup story between lesbians and the accompanying reader comments made me want to throw a dumbbell at someone’s face. Legitimately. I guess what I’m saying is that this has to be one of the worst things about the internet and the burgeoning social platform it has become. Kinda makes you not want to write anything any more.