A little damnation for a late afternoon.

Damn (in sort of a nice way):

The makers of bite sized Rice Krispies treats. The top of my trash can is cluttered with blue foil wrappers, revealing a huge gluttony problem.

The folks who designed the packaging for Advil Cold and Sinus - trying to peel the backing off the wrappers for their huge horse pills is aggravating, especially with a sinus headache.

Evany (not really!) for turning me on to CB2 and making me kiss my hard earned dollars adios.

October, I can't hear you.

Within the last month I've been here, here, and here. If you're saying 'whew', I join you.

During all of this, and upon my return from the last one, I've been sick with various sinus related goodness which mostly involved spurts of my ears being plugged. I'm thinking this was due to air travel, as on my last trip upon landing in both the city and then back home I had the worst...screeching...pressure pain ever in my ears. Delightful, really.

With all the travel, excitement, sickness and bustling work in between trips, this month has been an absolute whirlwind. One I wouldn't want to do again until, say, 2009. Mama needs a little rest.

The best part of the last trip? Watching Kelly Bundy do it UP. Seriously, I think I got a tear in my eye (I'm certain I got a lump in my throat) when I stood for her ovation. She was amazing.

Also, I think I gained about 300 pounds from all of the good food. It's impossible to eat anything bad in that town.

Appetite Killer

Today I ran into a deli to grab a quick sandwich in between appointments. It turned out to be not-so-quick, because there was only one cash register and one guy was training another guy how to use it. And boy was his training thorough. I was waiting for him to dismantle the entire cash register to show him the inner workings, that's how explainy he was to his trainee.

Still, I am patient when it comes to this sort of thing (which is odd, since waiting in lines is one of my least favorite things to do), because as I see it everyone has a "first day" and needs to start somewhere. So, I waited patiently in line.

When it was finally my turn, I took my time placing my order so as to not confuse the trainee. Still, it took forever due to Mr. Trainer insisting on explaining about fifty billion buttons on the machine, when really all he needed to do was hit 'turkey sandwich'.

As the trainee finished ringing me up, Mr. Trainer looked at me and said, "What do you say, Ma'am...thirty or forty more times and he'll be a PRO at this, right?"

"Sure! It'll eventually be as easy as pie."

Mr. Trainer slammed his hand down on the counter. "That's right! He won't even have to think about it!"

I nodded, "...it'll just come natural!"

Mr. Trainer's eyes lit up. "YES! Just like...going to the bathroom!"

Uh.

Hmmm.

Trainee and I shared a similar "he didn't just say that" look.

"Or something!" I said quickly, before wishing the trainee luck and standing way far away to wait for my sandwich.