Meesh of all trades, master of none. That's me. 29 year old recent Indiana transplant, newlywed, cat lover, accidental runner, half-ass artist and comestibles connoisseur hobbling my way through 'adulthood'.
I call this piece, Desk Shrimp.
In an effort to not waste food, I bring my [sometimes elaborate] leftovers from last night’s dinner. You'd think the conscious effort made to pre-pack your lunch carefully in 32 different containers the night before would be the most annoying and tedious part…but you’d be wrong.
It’s trying to eat said leftovers whilst precariously perched over your keyboard, and trying not to get schmaltz on your mouse.