I have a problem...I never know how long things will last in the refridgerator before they go bad. Example...my mom made bean soup from a ham that I got in November (that was frozen) and I had the soup in my fridge for about a week. I tried to eat it last night and had to call mom because it tasted 'tart' - like there was vinegar in it. 'No Kat...we didn't use vinegar...' - the frickin' ham went sour! EW!!! Tonight? Tried the chicken/broccoli/other stuff 'stew' that my dad made in the crockpot last week. Chicken was a bit chewy and there was a little fish-y-ness to it (was that the broccoli?), but I ate it, damn it! I really need to learn how to store food properly and know how long it keeps for! I hope my tummy doesn't regret my decision. I used to ask my friend Alveretta (at work) all the time about things like that...she used to get so frustrated with me and tell me to throw things out. Lord I miss her...
Work was extremely painful and tedious today. I don't know how much longer I can last. I'm working on a 'project' that is beyond my scope of expertise, and I get little-to-no and constantly changing direction from the person with whom I'm working. And he's frickin' moody. So annoying. Give me something I can sink my teeth into and I'll be off to the races. This? Torture. Between stinky work, funky meals, cramps, Jack's kitchen antics/destruction/mess in the kitchen yesterday, and the bitter cold...I'm ready for this week to be over! TGTF, right?
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