You know how some days, it just seems like the world is conspiring against you? As the witty Edmund Blackadder once pithily stated, "Once more the Devil farts in my face!"
As I mentioned, I am trying to watch what I eat. While at school today, my coworker, who knows I'm trying to be more healthful than slothful, offers me an ice cream. It wasn't deliberate sabotage, but it sure felt rather Puritannical of me to say "no."
And, speaking of mixed messages, when I passed through the staff work room this afternoon, there were brochures and coupons for a new health club and personal training sessions lying side-by-side with coupons for discounted and free pizzas. Isn't this like offering jello shooters at an AA meeting? I suppose they figure you could gorge on the pizzas and then head off to the spa to either be sick or to work the pizza off.
Another sound bite in the saga of Hypocrites Are Out To Get Me today was the coworker that laid into me a few weeks back not only *spoke* to me today, after weeks of icy silence, but actually managed not to sound like she was being fed ground glass in order to pretend to be polite. All in all, it was a rather Bizarro World sort of day.