The Lunch Factor

Some mornings, Many mornings, Every morning, after I shut the alarm, half awake, half asleep, I ponder the state of my physical and mental faculties to get through the day looming over me. I am  not “sick” per se, but I feel sluggish, and I feel like my body needs a little more rest from moving about. My eyes hurt when I try to separate the upper and the lower eyelids, which have been glued together overnight by whatever substance that’s produced by my eyes. And the only thought that comes to my foggy brain is I need to think of an excuse to take today off… And I try to think of an excuse, the effort making me a little more awake than before, which pisses me off.

But then I go, Wait a minute… Did I order lunch for today? That needs some explanation. There is a group of Japanese people at work who made arrangements with a Japanese restaurant and organized some system so you can put an order for lunch everyday for the next business day. The menu for each day is provided a week at a time, and you pick one out of four different kinds of food – a bento, a curry, a rice bowl, and a special, and put it in the spreadsheet provided on a network drive by 5 o’clock in the evening. By noon the next day, you get your food delivered, you pay a set price of $8. It’s pretty convenient not to mention that the food is good. I only order one or two days a week though because the menu doesn’t always contain what I want to eat.

And so after some intense effort to recollect if I ordered the food or not, being awaken a little more by the effort, I exert superhuman strength to get out of bed because usually I can’t, for the life of me, remember if I ordered my lunch. So I drag myself around to take the dogs out in order, and get ready for work. By the time I’m ready, I remember about lunch. But by that time, I have spent too much energy getting ready for work, I might as well go to work even when it turns out that I didn’t order my lunch. So I go to work.

How about that for motivation?