My one (Nigerian) coworker, on deep-dish pizza.

The other week a resident's son put on a big birthday party for her and we were invited to go up and have some food, and when I went up later to go check on the clean-up and to see if I could help, the son sent a box of leftover deep-dish pizza down for me and the rest of the staff.

I went to our staff office area to offer it to people, and the only person there was our one (Nigerian) supervisor, who I later found out had been invited up by two of our (Tibetan) coworkers to have some pizza but had said no, that he didn't like pizza.

"What is that?", he was like, when he saw me with the pizza box open and I asked him if wanted some to take some home.

"Pizza," I was like.

"This is pizza?!", he was like, and he held up a slice and looked at it and then held it out to me and began pointing out the layers.

"There is so much bread, there is so much cheese, there is so much meat, this is not pizza!".

He tried it, then, and he was quite the fan.

"What is this?", he was like, and then he flipped open the top of the pizza box and saw the local pizza chain that had made the deep-dish pizza.

"I need a picture of this," he was like, and he then took out his phone and took a picture of the pizza box top, to save for later so he always would know where that pizza had come from.

Our (Tibetan) coworkers came in around then and we started talking, and it turns out that none of them had ever heard about deep-dish pizza.

"I don't like pizza," our one (Nigerian) coworker was like, "It is cheese, and so much crust.  But I like this, I will go there one day and order some."

"It's like thirty dollars for one," I was like.

"But of course!", he was like, "There is so much bread, there is so much cheese, there is so much meat, of course it is thirty dollars for one."

Banter between me and two (Tibetan) coworkers the other day at dinner time.

The other day at dinnertime when it was time for the staff meal, it was either lasagna or salad, and as I was waiting in line with my one (pensive) (Tibetan) coworker and my one (quiet) (Tibetan) coworker, I was like, "I need to lose some weight, but this lasagna looks too good."

And, I puffed out my chest and patted my belly, where I need to lose five or six pounds.

"You look pregnant," my one (pensive) (Tibetan) coworker was like.

And, since our one (male) (Tibetan) coworker was on paternity leave and I happened to be filling in for him that day, I was like, "Yes, I'm filling in for [our (male) (Tibetan) coworker's first name] now, and then he'll fill in for me when it's my time."

Then she laughed and she was like, "Looks like twins," chuckling.

Later, too, I was talking with our one (quiet) (Tibetan) coworker, and she said that the way it looked like I was carrying it, I'd have a girl, in their culture.

A slight bulge means a girl and a big circle means a boy, she said.

Two of my (Ethiopian) coworkers (2 of 2): Streamed TV.

The other week during her meal break, my one (Ethiopian) coworker who's on the bigger side was in the office eating and watching some streamed TV on her smartphone.

"What are you watching?", I was like.

"Paternity Court," she was like, "It's my favorite show."

She then showed me a little bit, and it was a (black) couple on it and there was a big reveal where the guy had taken a DNA test to find out if the baby was his.

(It was.)

"I like this because I am a lawyer, in my country," she was like.

She also said that some of the women are sleeping with four or five guys at a time when they get pregnant.

Two of my (Ethiopian) coworkers (1 of 2): Homesickness.

The other week, my one (Ethiopian) coworker who wears a veil was saying that she hadn't been sleeping well, since she missed her mother so much.

They talk on the phone and over the net, but it's been 2 years, and neither has the money to go and see the other.

Her husband has a lot of family here, though, like thirty-to-forty friends-and-family's worth at holiday events, she was saying, and she said that they easily fill a whole apartment with people when it comes to the holidays.

A resthome resident thanked me the other day...

...and said that I was a good friend, and treated them "like a person."

A dream of bars in the city.

The other week I dreamnt:

Friends invite me out, and just when I get to the one rooftop bar downtown where they're at, they're already at another bar farther north.

Too, I am not present in the first bar, but I can see it externally in my mind's eye, like I usually tend to see it from street level on the usual transit routes that I take.

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Addendum.

A (younger) (white) woman who looked undergraduate-y age was ahead of me at the ice cream parlor and got a cone but then it turned out she had forgotten her wallet and she was spazzing since it was inside her apartment somewhere but she didn't have any power so she couldn't go and look and find it that easy, so I just said I'd pay for it.

I also ordered a double cone and paid for it and went to wash my hands while they were getting the cone, and when I got back, the (younger) (white) (female) employee handed me a single cone of some vanilla and peanut butter flavor with a maraschino cherry on top.

I had ordered a double, not a single, and with coconut almond bliss on the bottom, and chocolate cherry on the top.

I wonder if she was stoned?