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It's the weekend finally, and I am just so, so ready to detach from work for a couple of days. Counting down the days until Wednesday next week and a nice, long, five-day weekend. I need it so badly.
Ordered delivery today. I've been pretty good so far about eating well this year, and I've been keeping up my workout routine, so I convinced myself it'd be fine. Realised at some point as I watched the tracker on the website that there is almost certainly nothing in the world that's more perverse, more pure ideology, than sitting in an apartment, watching in real time as some badly underpaid and almost definitely exploited gig worker crosses the city to bring you shitty food that you paid too much for. It made me feel totally gross, especially when he stopped to deliver someone else's food first and spent what felt like an eternity going in circles afterwards, trying to get out of whatever side street. It's really kind of fucked up and disgusting if you think about it all.
Ordered delivery today. I've been pretty good so far about eating well this year, and I've been keeping up my workout routine, so I convinced myself it'd be fine. Realised at some point as I watched the tracker on the website that there is almost certainly nothing in the world that's more perverse, more pure ideology, than sitting in an apartment, watching in real time as some badly underpaid and almost definitely exploited gig worker crosses the city to bring you shitty food that you paid too much for. It made me feel totally gross, especially when he stopped to deliver someone else's food first and spent what felt like an eternity going in circles afterwards, trying to get out of whatever side street. It's really kind of fucked up and disgusting if you think about it all.
