Weird set of circumstances today, but our assistant ended up having to bring food to me, my boss and one of my colleagues today. My boss emailed her what he wanted her to pick up for him. My coworker said she had a sandwich in the fridge and a cup of soup that needed to be microwaved. I asked her to heat up my usual -- a frozen meal with an added individual serving of (frozen peas).
Food came in batches. First she brought my boss's carry-out. Then my co-worker's sandwich, then the soup. Then my meal.
It looked exactly like it does when I make it -- a straight up frozen meal, topped with peas.
I should remind you that I have detailed my distaste for my assistant in the past. I don't want to link to the post, but suffice it to say, she's not my favorite. Her competence has improved in the last few years, but she still skeeves me out a little (flashback to some TMI stories she shared with me, verbal diarrhea about actual diarrhea, blech!).
So I started eating my lunch. After about 3 or 4 perfectly normal bites, I realized there was a hair in my food. A relatively long hair. I tried to inconspicuously spit the bite into my napkin, and in doing so .... ewwww ... I realized it was my own hair. And ... ewww ... it was still attached to my head. Yuck!
It totally grossed me out -- the thought that it was hers, then the realization that even though it's mine, it's still hair in my mouth that was mixed with food. It took a lot of self-control to not shudder or freak out and try to pull all my hairs away from my face or make some other kind of scene.