Time Occupant.

I. <3. Chipotle.

I tweeted earlier about a surreal experience I had today. Allow me to expound.

At around a quarter to lunch today, my stomach started grumbling, so I reached my phone and used the awesome Chipotle app to order lunch, opting to pay when I picked up, as I hate punching in credit card numbers. I went back to work trying to get Filemaker Server to recognize the database server and failing miserably as I barely know what I’m doing.

Then, as the clock struck lunch, I shot up from my seat and wandered to the break room. Upon gathering my things, I realize I have no wallet in my pocket. Super lame. I go check my car. Maybe it fell out. No dice.

Upon realization that I have no method of payment to cover the order of delicious burritoey goodness, I call my local Chipotle and inform them of my ineptitude. Conversation is as follows (paraphrased due to faulty memory and creative preference)

Cheerful Chipotle Employee: “Hello! Thanks for calling the best Chipotle ever, how we can help you today?”

Me: “Uh, hi. I’m calling because I, uh, placed an order for a burrito and then realized I forgot my wallet at home.”

CCE: “Oh, that’s okay. It’ll be on us today.”

Me: “Are you serious?” 

CCE: “Yeah, sure. Let me just tell the guys.”

Me: “Oh my gosh, thank you so much!” 

CCE: “Yeah, no problem.”

I hightail it to Chipotle and stutter my situation to the man at the counter who asks my name and then promptly instructs the burrito artisans as to my order preference, which is made up within moments, sitting in front of me, complete with the fru-fru beverage I ordered.

I smile and walk away with my free lunch, stunned, and with a devotion to Chipotle that meets that which I have to Zappos- the customer service store that happens to sell shoes…

My only request is that you do not go out and take advantage of the kind-hearted people at my local Chipotle by placing orders and pretending to leave your wallet behind. This sort of customer service miracle needs to be rewarded with endless loyalty and lots AND LOTS of repeat PAYING customers.

I’d contemplate the meaning of life, but my fridge is dirty.

5:16 A.M. I woke up at around 4:30 when a certain Calico graced us with her presence. I fed her alongside her presumed courtiers, as I am trained.

That took about 5 minutes. Tops.

I saw the writing on the wall at around quarter-to-five.

“No sleep for Joni.”

The wall scribe follows crude grammar with the use of third person, consummating the simpleton’s hyperbole with a flourish.

Unjustly accurate, if moderately inarticulate. So what to do with the time?

A large part of me wants to get up and clean the fridge, but the other part is feeling lazy and slightly concerned I might wake up my ever-restful spouse in the process of discovering whatever new organisms have decided to colonize the Crisper. So in lieu of either, I lie awake in bed, posting to tumblr of my devotion to my cats, insomnia and lack of food sanitation.