I'm still in the throes of the Subway addiction. It's not a Jared thing and it's not because I'm trying to lose weight, it's just one of those unexplainable phases that I go through with food. The fact that it's relatively cheap and good for me is just a big bonus. The hard part for me is overcoming the memories of when I worked at a Subway when I was in high school. I just thank whatever powers that be that I'm not still working there now. Every time I go in there, I order the same thing. Turkey sub, no cheese, mustard on the bread, lettuce, tomato, pickles and olives. It's not that I expect them to remember me. I wouldn't mind if they remembered three seconds later that I asked for no cheese and mustard on the bread instead of on the meat (and no, I don't tell them all at once, I know to tell them in stages what I want). It's hard to fault them for that, since it's just such a monotonous job. It's mindless. Day in, day out, same thing over and over and over again hundreds of times per day. I think if I had to do that on a daily basis, I'd probably go screamingly insane after a week or so and start flinging mayonnaise at people. I really can't blame them for running on autopilot along the way that they've been trained. Besides, it's not rocket science, it's putting a sandwich together. The world's not going to fall apart if I have to repeat myself to them, and nothing's going to blow up if they get it slightly wrong (well, unless I were allergic to anything they might've accidentally put in there). But I know people who would go on and on and on about how he or she had to tell them twice that they wanted extra pickles or something along those lines, and I've seen people berate the counterpeople for not getting their order exactly right the first time around. My tolerance for when people screw up may not have increased, but the time I spend dwelling on it has definitely gone down and I'm keeping my mouth shut about it a lot more.

I guess this is part of my whole kinder-gentler-thousand-points-of-light outlook on things, but I just don't understand people who need these power trips in order to make themselves feel better. One of my roommates was telling me about how the head of the company he works for was one of three people who the Kevin Spacey character in Swimming With Sharks was modeled after, and the guy makes his interns specially pick out 7 Raisinets (don't know why it's that specific number and why they have to be handpicked) every day and also cut his donuts exactly in half. This guy has made it -- he's the head of a studio, he's probably raking in the dough and can get just about anything or anyone he wants to get his hands on. So why the power trip? Maybe he feels it's his right for when he was treated like a peon or maybe he feels that he has to live up to some kind of reputation, but honestly, I just wish someone would break the cycle.