Trip's just poked his head in to say I can leave. Think I hear some Ultimate Burgers a-callin'!

10/22/01
[4:30 p.m.]

House O' Thai could be one of my new faves: they do a lunch buffet so stellar I could've easily just set a seat in front of it and dined the day away. (As it was, we didn't get back to the office 'til 3:00.) Especially fell for the chicken pad thai. Went back for helpings twice, and I didn't turn Tripper down when he came up with an extra plate or three, either.

Their curry dishes were also plenty yummy.

We found a basket from the head office waiting for us when we'd returned to the office. Someone up north had sent some goodies to celebrate our new opening. Within this bounty it was a ten-pound box of fresh truffles with my name on it. Never used to be a major chocolate person, but I made quick work of the gift today. A very sweet gesture.

Would've finished my report on the Thai restaurant in record time if I wasn't so regularly distracted by the refurbished snacks behind me. Lots of salty goodness (if I'm not a cocoa-fiend, I can definitely be bought with a few bags of Cheetos!) By workday's end, I was wondering if I could still squeeze into my desk chair at home.

I've been avoiding some of my old furniture, I just realized. While the forefront of my thoughts has focused on my changing wardrobe needs, some part of me's been quietly taking stock of the rest of the world around me. Thank goodness. I'd hate to be one of those clichéd fat women who has furniture breaking underneath her. Doubt even Ample Stuffer'd find that image appealing!

Speaking of AS, I received a fawning email from him today. Looks like he's taken my advice on the spell-check thing. He wrote to refer me to a member's only paysite devoted to "Fast Majicke." Thought at first it was typical AS misspelling, but that's the way they have it on the logo! Though I'd never visited the site before, it let me in without even asking for a password.

Now this is some weird-ass shit.

The site claims to be devoted to pagan magic and "the power of divine obesity." (Three weeks ago, I would've thought that phrase a contradiction in terms; now it sounds pretentiously hyperbolic.) Lots of pics of women - and some men, too - so preternaturally large you wonder how they're able to draw breath. I've seen beaucoup fantasy images in the last few weeks, but these have none of the rubbery unreality of most photo manipulations. Am I supposed to believe this is real, AS?

Almost time for dinner. Haven't seen boss-man since we opened our basket: must be in the back, supervising construction or something.

10/22/01
[11:45 a.m.]

Well, here I am at the new office, killing a few minutes 'til Tripper arrives to take me out to my lunch assignment, a Thai restaurant.

This new building is the most size-friendly setting I've ever come across. (Not as if I've been paying attention to this my entire life, of course, but it's definitely become more of a concern lately!) The office comprises the front third of the building: a cozy reception area with a desk that curves to meet my extra-curvy frame, plus an office to the right for the boss-man. Rest is still being worked on - sitting at my desk, I can hear workmen through the walls - though Tripper's close-mouthed about his plans for the space.

Only folks who've come into the place this a.m. are yours truly and boss-man. (Haven't even seen any other Mystery Shoppers: perhaps I'm the only one?) Though Tripper assures me things'll pick up, the morning's been deadly quiet. After getting to know the contents of my desk - plus the small coffee and snack counter conveniently placed two quick chair scoots away - I've mainly been surfing the net. Been looking at a slew of plus-sized fashion sites: it's appalling how puny so many of their models are.

Also hit some of the personal SSBBW sites: didn't really find any who approached my current size, but, then, there are plenty of fat woman sites out there I haven't visited yet - so who knows?

Still, main point of my surfing was to scope available clothing. Didn't find anything more reasonable than the Ample Services offerings, though, so I ultimately phoned Doreen and made an order on my gift cert. Did some measuring this a.m. for my new dress order (let's just say that all three basic numbers broached ninety and leave it at that!) And while I haven't outgrown my makeshift "super-goddess" dress, I know its days are numbered. This doesn't bother me much, though I've gotta admit this continuous shopping for new sizes is getting old.

Welp, Tripper just buzzed to say he's ready to head to lunch. Great timing, lover: just finished the last of the morning snacks! Now on to the House O' Thai!