New Years Focuses, 2015

I’m actually somewhat anti-New Years Resolutions. I get the point but, realistically, who actually keeps these? I did a fairly good job in 2014 – I wanted to bake and read more and I definitely did a lot of both. This year, though, I’m choosing to FOCUS on certain things. So rather than watching so much TV or napping (I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m still gonna nap. I basically live for naps. But maybe just less/shorter naps.), I want to focus my time and energy on some other things.

  • Health. I was recently diagnosed as diabetic, and I really haven’t been doing very well on the things my Diabetes Educator has suggested. I’m doing a lot better than I was prior to the diagnosis, but that’s not good enough. I want/need to focus on my carbs, monitoring my blood sugar, getting in daily activity, drinking more water, eating more veggies, and definitely kicking my potato chip habit.
  • Writing. Journaling, blogging, brainstorming, ANYTHING. JUST WRITE.
  • School. Pick a major, sort out the financial aid, and just ENROLL ALREADY.
  • Cats. Don’t adopt anymore, for starters. I need to play with them more, get them more beds/places to hide out, find ways to get them more window seating, get them on a feeding schedule/diet, and start brushing Indy’s teeth (per vets’ orders).
  • Reading. I’ve done a great job the last quarter of this year. In the last 3-4 months I’ve read 10 books and I’m currently reading 2 others that I expect to finish by next week. I’d love to keep this up. Being in a Book Club will help this, but I want to keep reading books on the side of that. (So, any great book suggestions? Let me know in comments!)

I also want to find a hobby, but I’m at a loss of where to start. I need something to do with my hands – maybe knit or crochet? I just feel like so much of my time is spent doing something unproductive. I want to DO something or CREATE something or BE something. I don’t even know, which is why this is yet to be a true focus.

More TBD.

Clear Sinuses, Full Hearts

I’m the Training Specialist for my company, so when new employees start, I’m the one who trains them. In the Client Services realm, the Client Services Manager takes the new employee(s) out to lunch for their first week. I had three new employees start yesterday, so the four of us plus Kelly (Client Services Manager) and Sara (Client Services Team Lead) went out for sushi.

The meal started out quite normal: we told funny stories about disastrous past co-workers, we compared TV shows we like (well, Friends. You can’t see Salmon Skin Roll on a menu and not reference the Unagi episode of Friends!), we had a short discussion on what Sara’s tea smelled like (I said bad breath but I think the consensus was garbage).

Then the food came. As is my usual sushi ritual, I placed a tiny bit of wasabi on the bite I was about to eat and smushed it down into the rice so the wasabi didn’t hit my tongue directly.

I ate a bite of my white tuna roll and thought to myself, “Oh, I got a bit too much wasabi on this pie… oh, God… OH, GOD…”

Too Much Wasabi

I will try to explain the feeling that started happening in my face. It started on my tongue: that wasabi burn, but it quickly began creeping up my nose, deep into my nasal passages. Deep deep. Brain deep.

My eyes started to water. I started to sweat. I could feel that I was about to sneeze and it was coming on fast. Without time to get my napkin up, I cupped my hands over my mouth…

But I didn’t sneeze. Not exactly. Trying to describe it now I would say simply that my face exploded. 40% bark, 30% sneeze, 20% cough, 10% gag. It was like some rabid seal with a head cold let itself into the restaurant.

It was like the scene from Paranormal Activity 2 when the entire kitchen bursts and pots and coffee cups come flying out of the cupboards.

Only it wasn’t skillets and dinner plates flying out of my face; it was barely-chewed rice.

I glanced at my horrified lunch companions and assured them, “That was a sneeze.” Kelly, across from me, nonchalantly gestured at her shirt. I looked down at my shirt. Rice. She swiped her lip discreetly. I felt my lip. Rice.

Friends, I would be lying if I told you that I did anything other than spit partially-masticated food at my brand new trainees. Trainees that I am expected to train for the better part of two weeks.

After cleaning myself up and removing my fleece (because DAMN, I was sweating), I think I said something like, “Don’t use too much wasabi, guys. That shit is for real.”

I continued to sweat and sniff for the next several minutes. Kelly and Sara told me that they had seen me pre-wasabi a few pieces, including the one I then double-wasabied. PRE-WASABI! Rookie mistake.

I did not finish my lunch; I took it in a To Go box and then threw it away when I got back to the office. After all, who knows how many little wasabi bombs I had waiting for me??

My trainees handled it gracefully and, thus far, have yet to tease me about it. We’ll see if they come back tomorrow, or if the prospect of facing someone who has expectorated half-eaten food in your general direction is just too much for them to bear.