The Siren Song of Powdered Sugar

Today was a doughnut day. The vending machine in the break room at my office has those little packages of powdered sugar doughnuts that I'm crazy about. They only show up sporadically, not even every week, but on the days when they're there I find myself thinking about them all day long. Every time I walk by the machine I'm checking out of the corner of my eye to see if they're still there. I end up spending way more of my day then I'm happy to admit mentally weighing the calories versus whatever else I've eaten, thinking about how good they would taste with my coffee and what a pig I look like trying to eat them without getting powdered sugar all over myself. Today I managed to hold off. Life is all about small triumphs, right? It helped that I had some leftover birthday dinner-related guilt. It did take about four cups of coffee to keep me otherwise occupied though, which, it occurs to me now...may have had something to do with why everybody and everything was annoying me so much that I was fantasizing about taking my coat and leaving and never coming back.

This is tricky...the blog thing. I'm already trying to figure out what to tell and what not to. Frustrating as my job can be, I really do want to hang out to it, so I don't think I'll go into details. I work in an office. That tells you just about everything you need to know, doesn't it? Computer programs that fail at the worst possible time, nosy office mates who want to tell you how to do your own job all the time, stupid power-struggles and 15 minutes for lunch. Sometimes I like it a lot. Even when I don't, I try to remember that I'm lucky to have a job at all when so many people don't.

Anyway, I ended up the afternoon on a positive note. When I'm working, I get so in my own head that sometimes I feel like I don't really return to earth until I'm walking to my car. Today there were a lot of crisp red and orange leaves under my feet as I went, and I was able to enjoy the fact that I didn't give in to the doughnuts.