A sign from above or conversion tactics?

This afternoon I was sitting at home watching some TV when I noticed someone knocking at the front door – it actually took a few knocks for me to register they were actually at my door.

J goes to see what they want and who they are and from the couch it sounds like a religious group. I had a Jehovah’s Witness come visit me on Boxing Day and try to give me a bible – not really my thing – and figured this was the same but then J turned around and had a bag of… groceries.

These girls were from Life City Church and I guess decided everyone in my building was poor and needed some cheering up. Given that the first item out of the bag was a pack of Tim Tams I was happy to oblige, but they didn’t stay for a chat. Just gave us a flyer and left us with our goodies.

It was the strangest thing. The bag was filled with delights that I’ve wanted over the last few weeks but decided not to buy and all in one neat bag. It feels a bit weird that there wasn’t one thing in that bag that we don’t like – which is really saying something because we can be super picky.

One example is the juice, yes there was a bottle of juice in there and if you were doing random drops what type of juice would you buy? A generic Orange Juice right? The standard. I would have been disappointed though because I don’t like Orange Juice… luckily they got us Apple Juice, one of my favourites!

Now, I’m not religious in the slightest but it was like someone was trying to change my mind by giving me all the things I happened to be desiring at that moment in time (well except maybe the dry pasta… that would have to cook first :)). While it may not have converted me to their church I did think about it enough to a) blog about it and b) check out their website.

Alas, sorry Life City Church but I don’t think I’m quite so easily bought… maybe another visit next week and my arm might be twisted?

The thoughts of 3

Occasionally over the last few days I’ve wanted to blog about something but never found the time. currently, these thoughts are compounding and soon I’m sure I’ll lose them. So, I bring you a post split into 3.

Post #1 – Dear KFC, Why do you suck?

Dear KFC staff,

Why is it that every time I go to KFC the service is slow. Were I at another fast food place it would take 5 minutes but at KFC it will take 15 and my food will cost more!

I’m sure your answer will be something along the lines of why don’t I piss off and go else where. Well, I should. Unfortunately, KFC is quite conveniently placed for me and some times I will be starving and my stomach will say to my brain “KFC?” and my brain being so starved of energy will say “Oh my yes! I want chips!!” and so we walk down.

Then both the stomach and the brain curse themselves and think “Argh, KFC service is bad!! Damnit!” but we’ve been waiting in 10 minutes by that time so we stay. So we are left with the staff who have to check 3 times that I’m still missing my large chips or my burger and forget to give me my drink.

It kind of fascinates me that KFC somehow consistently hires the worst of the worst. How are they so efficient at this and yet efficient at nothing else? I wonder if they pay less (if that is actually possible).

So I ask, if there are any KFC staff out there who would like to defend themselves, please do. Don’t worry, I’m aware the internet can be a little complex for you and it is ok if you can’t decipher how to comment. I understand. You do work at KFC after all.

Post #2 – A fondue date

Yesterday, I was lucky enough to have a day off from work. One of my colleagues also had a day off and we met up at the mall. She had bought my some deliciousness from a Sydney bakery the day before and kindly offered to bring them in on Friday.

So we shopped a little and she offered to make me lunch! It was such a kind gesture something that I’ve very rarely experienced.

She was an incredible host, to the point where I felt guilty about the very little that I helped. She wouldn’t let me cook or clean and kept my drink filled to the brim. Her choice of lunch was this cheesy deliciousness that kind of resembled fondue but had mushrooms and bacon in it. All in all, wonderful!

I felt touched that she would take the time to do all that for me.

Post #3 – Uhh, Chicken feet?

One of my friends has been overseas for a month and before that transferred to Melbourne to work so I haven’t seen her in about 2 months. She flew back in yesterday and so we promptly arranged lunch.

So today, I had my very first Yum Cha experience. It was nothing like I had expected and was quite fun. I loved that every 5 mins or so staff came out with a new mysterious selection of dishes to try. Luckily, I was with some Yum Cha experts and my friends (the one from the previous post and the one mentioned here – sisters in fact) spoke the same language as the staff which made everything easy.

I didn’t recognise any of the foods and it felt like a lucky dip. I felt very daring as I tried nearly everything (and even drank the tea! I’m kind of anti-tea) but couldn’t come at the chickens feet or something with Scallops on top… but only because I don’t like scallops ๐Ÿ™‚

Not only did we have a lovely lunch but my friend had brought back souvenirs! – YAY! – and I now have some chocolate from different parts of Europe among other things. Like a very neat keyring! It’s the first souvenir keyring that wasn’t crap ๐Ÿ˜€ I actually transferred my keys onto it the first opportunity I got.

It was great having her back but she leaves again in 3 days!! It doesn’t feel like enough.

At least I got to share my virgin Yum cha experience with her ๐Ÿ™‚