Student "edition" found at {csi dot journalspace dot com}.

Maybe I shouldn't have started this blog now, not with everything that's been going on.

Just in case it's relevant, the story about the coward in the student accessible version is about slacker co-teacher, who up to now (after four years) is still of the notion that having regular (weekly) lunch out of the office among close co-workers is good.

Of course I wasn't enjoying it that much because in the first place, work has to be interrupted for when his stomach says it's time to go out already (with the requisite shot that too much efficiency is bad, or just "uncool").

Then there's all that worthless "it would be great if that food is really good" and "it would be bad if that food is really expensive" repetitions to endure while in the car. Of course his worst fears are confirmed ("expect perfection, get perfection" at work and all that), so we have to move somewhere else.

They kept asking me where I wanted, when I had said at the start that anywhere is fine with me as I had lost enthusiasm for the enterprise from the start and couldn't rise above it.

We finally got into a Japanese restaurant with those raised platforms with the sunken area under the table that is supposed to simulate being seated on the floor around a low Japanese table.

Of course this means taking off our shoes, and walking around the raised area in our socks less than a foot away from the tabletop.

There's also only a small space between the bottom of the table and the top of the seat, and less than two feet to maneuver around the small cubicle with the walls to get into an eating position.

And naturally the whole meal is peppered by his "sauce good/pricey burger bad" conversation, which I just realized, is caveman-like in its black and white view of the world.

Session 2445 hopes they won't invite to lunch anymore next time because of the less than over the top enthusiasm displayed. Class dismissed.