snack land

Well I am at work early today so I have a few minutes to write before getting started. I am sitting at my desk in "snack land" drinking my coffee and trying NOT to eat the cinnamon rolls that are calling my name.

Before my whole world fell apart, back when I was a country club mommy, I had the luxury of working only four days a month. When I did come in, I would sit wherever there was an empty computer, or I would be running around doing projects, so they never gave me my own desk. When I started on four days a week they had to make room for me, my giant desk, a new computer and a phone. And, in order to keep me in the flight department office, they squeezed me into the back corner where there is a frig, microwave, and plethora of snacks. I call it "snack land," and in addition to the 500 calorie cinnamon rolls that call my name all day long, I get lots of visitors from other departments, cuz we got the good stuff. Each of the other departments has their own version of snack land...admin has a full kitchen, nicer than mine at home (bitches), and there is a sweet break room right downstairs with a kitchenette and flat screen tv, but no where else can you get my company (lol) or the Big Texas Cinnamon Rolls (you can buy them at Sams, but I wouldn't recommend it as they are, like I said before, about a billion calories and HIGHLY addictive).

Well, one of my regular visitors to snack land hurt is back awhile back and has to take pain pills. Yesterday, when he came up for his other fix we got to talkin' about being under the influence and somehow before I knew it the whole department had started a conversation about either driving or flying while impaired. BTW the impaired flying was not due to drug or alcohol use, it was from sleep deprivation, but anyone who has gone twenty four or more hours without sleep, or who is trying to work on "the other side of the clock" knows it can be just as bad. Anyway, Jojo told us a story about her mother (or mother in law, can't remember) running a red light when she was taking pain pills. She actually had stopped for the light, and was sitting there, and then just decided she had sat long enough and gunned it into the intersection, causing a big fat mess.

That got me thinking about how much we implicitly trust other people, not just on the road but in general, and how MOST of the time, they don't let us down. Stories of people NOT doing the right thing are all over the place...if you want tales of people abusing trust, preying on others, and taking advantage; just sign online or open a newspaper...you could safely assume from the media that EVERYONE is out to get you, nobody can be trusted and people are all crazy. I say though; that for every misdeed, there are probably thousands of interactions and transactions that go just as they should because all parties involved do the right thing.

As I was driving into work I passed through a few intersections; not one car ran a red light and hit me...as I was winding down a back road (probably too fast); not one of the oncoming cars left their lane for mine...and when I stopped at DD for my coffee; I got it, just as I had ordered, for just the amount of money I expected to pay. So as you are going through your day today, driving around town, running errands, shopping, whatever...instead of thinking about the one selfish jackass who cut in front of you and didn't use a blinker, think about all the people who DID do the right thing, all the transactions that went exactly as you expected, and maybe even all the folks who went above and beyond and were (gasp!) NICE. Think about how, for the most part, people are trustworthy and good...and if that fails, come see me in snack land, we'll gorge ourselves on sugar and fat and bitch about the ones who aren't.