Still Stings

I will continue the tale of how I ended up in my triangle at some point, but here's a few thoughts from today...

Those of you who read my Facebook posts will know this already, but my office only has icky powdered Coffee Mate for the coffee. The Husband always asks me if I'd like some coffee with my milk, so this really isn't working for me. Now that the coffee pot is right by my desk I can smell it all day and I'd like to drink some, but I can't take the powdered stuff. I'm thinking of buying the office some milk, but then I'd want my milk frother, which The Husband gave me two birthdays ago. I love my milk frother--frothy milk is just so much better. I'm like the Moose in "If You Give a Moose a Muffin." If you give the girl who works in a triangle some coffee, she'll want some frothy milk to go with it. If I could draw, I'd draw you an illustration of that. Maybe I'll work on something anyway.

To change the subject...The Godfather hurts my nose. My sense of smell has improved about 1,000% since I had my sinus surgery last February. I don't know if I now have super smelling sense, or if I smell like everyone smells now and my nose is finally working properly. Regardless, The Godfather hurts my nose. He wears SO MUCH cologne or aftershave or something. It leaves a trail behind him and lingers in his office*. Whenever he walks past my desk and stirs up the air it leaves this burning trail of scent. I remind myself of the werewolves in Twilight whenever they smell a vampire. Maybe The Godfather IS a vampire...

And finally...Mr. X referred to me as his administrative assistant in an email today. It was actually done in a really complimentary way: something like "my administrative assistant caught an error that I made so I'm emailing you to fix it." Still, the term "administrative assistant" stings. I can't reconcile myself to that role. I'm doing much better with "assistant," but can't I just be me?

Other than that, I think I found a violin teacher for Sweet Pea. We are going to meet him on Saturday and see if we like him. I think that I have musical hopes like other parents have sports hopes. We'll see how this goes.

Oh, one other thing (I remember this while making dinner, so I had to edit my post). Today the Big Cheese was walking around the office eating a really large cold boneless pork chop like another person might eat a piece of toast or a cracker. He was just walking around taking giant bites of meat. Even though I am a confirmed meat eater, this kind of grossed me out.

*I can't decide if that is worse or better than Mole's office smelling like old man and skin--see I told you I had a super nose.