Stress Balls and Coffee

Insert maniacal laugh.

I have caught up on the blog!

Muahahahahahahahaha!

Oy.

You wouldn't guess how much work we've been doing, though I have to admit that I've spent an entire day on a list and a map. But it's much better now than yesterday because now I can just look at one list instead of five or seven. Feeling good.

Of course, I'm completely fried.

But here's an interesting story from the day:

This morning, I was grabbing breakfast on my way out the door and was getting an English muffin (the unsung hero of the breakfast table, thank you Delicious Dish), and as I was waiting at the toasters, this older, short haired lady who was there before me comes up and says, no lie:

"Do you speak English?"

I think I blanched because she quickly said, "Oh, I'm sorry, the woman here before didn't."

Um, okay.

"Do you know which bread was mine? This one or that?"

I seriously think that I might have punched her in the neck if I wasn't still half asleep.

"Um, that one."

I pointed to the one that had her bread in it. I had seen the other guy put his bread in the toaster and since mine was the English Muffin, I used my awesome powers of deduction to come up with the correct answer.

Of course, I added, "I'm pretty sure that one's yours - the other gentleman placed his bread in that toaster." I indicated to the other toast. "So my guess is that is yours."

No thank you, nothing else, she just grabbed her bread and went on her merry way.

You know, this isn't the first time something like that has happened to me - in fact, I've gotten it worse in NYC of all places when a woman placed a dollar bill in my fist in a swanky bathroom and thanked me.

Yeah, you heard that right.

But I suppose I shouldn't try to assign a level of bad to worse experiences like this. I suppose I should just treat them all in one category: ignorant. So that was an awesome start to the day. Off course, it was brushed off as soon as I got my coffee, but nonetheless, I suppose that I'll never get used to experiences like that - nor should I.

We're not in NYC anymore, monkee.

So besides that, the day was busy trying to get this stuff taken care of. As for the title of this post, well, there is no campaign that can really get by without one or the other - and thankfully, we have both. I promised that I would post pictures of the things I see every day and so this is my cube. And I've seen it all day, so fair is fair. My stressball is that baseball on my desk and it is my best friend. Oy. Only 42 days to go. Yeah, that's scary.