Hey! You Triggered My Chocolate Jones!!!
I was going along just fine for a Monday and not stressing about anything. PMS is weeks away. I was comfortable in the knowledge that if any poop hit the fan, I had a back-up piece of dark chocolate (from Germany no less!) tucked away in my drawer to help me stay on top of any impending disasters/emergencies/fires.
Everything was fine until you walked in with your sad face and sleepy eyes. You were worried that your lack of caffeine would catch up with you as the afternoon wore on.
What was I thinking???
The minute you were gone, I regretted my generosity (though I know you would have done the same for me). What if an emergency had come up? How would I handle my angst without chocolate?
My mind reeled and the minutes ticked by. I felt exposed and unprotected without that comforting treat standing by to make things all better. I started to think who else in the office had chocolate in case I had my own personal emergency. As I checked each source, I came up empty. Now I absolutely needed a fix!
It finally occurred to me that I could score some Rolos, but only if I dared to stick my head in the president’s office. My desperation made me bold. So bold in fact, that I took two.
As I walked away slowly savoring the sweetness, I acknowledged that all of my discomfort was totally self inflicted.
I’m still stopping on the way home to stock up for the rest of the week.