At the ripe old age of thirty years, you would think that by now I would know everything there is to know about everything, and even more so, about myself. So this thing called 'self discovery' that these new agers all speak of is hard to achieve for someone like me. But this past week I have discovered two important things about myself, that I had absolutely no idea about before. One is that I am actually not very good at black jack. Two is that I actually like tuna salad. Now, perhaps they are not deep or profound, but I think that their everyday utility makes them important learnings nonetheless.
The first learning occured at Geoff's staff party this Thursday past. It was a little shindig to celebrate the end of golf season. After dinner we had this little casino thing (when Geoff's planning the event, you can bet there's gonna be either gambling or football. Thankfully, for this venue, it was gambling.) We were given $40,000 play money to gamble with. I lost it in about half an hour at the black jack table. The people at the table said that I was terrible at blackjack, and in fact, probably shouldn't play it anymore, but that I was a really sweet girl. Geoff kind of felt bad for me when I told him that, but I was like "well, in the scheme of things, would you rather be remembered as a good blackjack player, or a good person?" Geoff said black jack player, but I think it's an honor to be considered 'sweet'. Anyways, being that I'm married to Geoff he gave me another 40G's. So I was back in the game. People wondered where I had gotten my fat stack of cash from, certainly they knew that I hadn't won it, and I was like 'you have to be sleeping with the banker'. But even as I said the words, another young blondie went up to him and he slipped her another wad, too. I was like "But, perhaps there are other factors operating there. Or at least I hope so." So, all in all, it was good time, despite the fact that I lost eighty thou and my husband may or not be having an affair. There was cheescake and bruschetta, so I was happy.
The other learning took place last Saturday at the HQC seminar. They had all these little sandwiches for lunch, and I didn't want to take most of them because they had mustard on them, so I had no choice but to take the tuna salad one on the offchance that I might like it. Certainly, I knew it would be better than mustard. For those of you who know me, you will note my strict "No condiments" philophy, which I live and die by except in one rare case: I will eat ketchup with frozen fish sticks. And that is the one and only time. Otherwise, I do not like ketchup anywhere within a two foot radius of my food. I don't even like to touch the bottle. Ditto for mustard, mayo, relish, etc. But anyways, as I was saying, about the conference, the pickings were slim for a picky person like me so I rather reluctantly took the tuna. I was loathe to take a bite, but I was hungry so I tasted it warily. But I liked it!! I couldn't believe it. So that was interesting. There I was, eating a tuna salad sandwich, something that I had never thought possible. So it just goes to show: conquer your fears!! If I can eat tuna salad, you can go bungee jumping or scale Everest. The sky's the limit. Dream the impossible dream.
One more quick thing before I go. You remember the difficulty I was having with my Hazelnut coffee cream at work last month?? Well I jus like to let you all know that problem is now resolved. On Friday, I was presented with a bottle of it from the staff in lieu of the stuff they had used and we all agreed to share from now on and take turns buying it. So in summary. Life is good. I have Hazelnut at work, I like tuna and am generally regarded as a sweet girl. It couldn't possibly get any better than that. Could it??