"You could buy two singles," she was told.
I said, "Why not get 4?"
"I might have to," she says in a not-so-pleasant tone.
Later, I ended up behind her in the check-out line. She had no strawberries. How sad. A few minutes later it's my turn to check out. The cashier was having a sacker put away the woman's groceries. Turns out she didn't want to wait for a price check and just said she didn't want any of it. Then she turned and walked out. What compels someone to do that? How would having to wait that extra two minutes make you feel so put out that you would rather come back to the store later (or go to a different store) and start all over?
Personally, I think that woman could have used some chocolate-covered strawberries...
This morning I received a phonecall from my manager letting me know that I would be going on a new study (part-time) with only two sites (both local). Oh, sure. Why not? Then she told me that I'd be going to training in California for three days next week. Well, I'd planned on taking a break from travel and staying home all week but ok. At least it's not Florida; we always train in Florida. Then she asks me if I have a passport. My tummy gets excited and I say yes. She tells me that there's also a mandatory training in London. London?! April 3-4. My tummy feels sick and I wonder why my life sucks. I told her I'd love to go but I'm the maid-of-honor in my friend's wedding on the 5th. Oh, the timing...
I'll still likely work on this project; I'll know on Monday. It will be nice to have two local sites. Maybe the meeting date will get moved. The wedding will be lovely. London will still be there. It sure was an exciting, hopeful 2 or so seconds. The disappointment is nothing a few too many Valentine's Day cookies can't fix. Glutton, schmutton.