One Step Closer

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Thanks to this lovely George Foreman grill, I'm now one step closer to living at work.

One of our clients holds regular givaways, for which we do a number of mailings. About a month ago, they were giving away George Foreman grills and a coworker expressed a profound sense of shock that I did not own one. It is rather shocking. I'm pretty sure everyone I know has one, and given the amount of gadgets Dwight and I do own, you'd think this would be one of them. I mean, we own the Margarator, for heaven's sakes, which is (arguably) less useful than the GF grill.

My stunned and appalled coworker offered to give me one of hers since she was on this givaway list and was already flush with grills (apparently she has many, or at least more than one). A few weeks later, she brought in the grill and I was very surprised to discover that she gave me a brand new one. Shoot, I was expecting—and grateful to get—a hand-me-down used one and here it was, brandy new, like Christmas in September.

I took it home but put it in the closet and forgot about it because, well, I put it in the closet and "out of sight, out of mind" came into play, but also because I haven't had much opportunity to use it, seeing as I've been working a lot. Oh man, was I wrong.

DUR—I can use it AT work—genius! And so today, I grilled my first turkey burger for lunch. And shed an imaginary tear for one more nail in my "work-is-home" coffin. I already have the following at work: mini fridge, microwave, toaster oven, espresso machine, coffee bean grinder, electric kettle, and French press. Now I can add "George Foreman Lean Mean Grilling Machine" to the list.

This isn't the worst, though. The worst was making my Thanksgiving side dish in the (very versatile) toaster oven. I brought the dish and ingredients to make corn casserole and baked it in the oven while Dwight and I worked all day, Thanksgiving 2006. We took our fresh-from-the-toaster-oven dish to my parent's house, had some good eats, then came back to wrap up a 14-hour shift. That was a fun day.