I used to be a really picky eater when I was growing up. I liked spinach (which is weird, I know, for a picky eater), mac & cheese (homemade, not a box), pork chops, and pretty much anything that had lots of sugar. That was about it. My tastes broadened as I grew up, but I still leaned heavily toward a fondness for cake and pie and all things chocolate, and when I was feeling especially low – banana splits. Eventually my body reached a point of sugar overload and told me, Quit it, will you?! I decided it was best to listen.
Another thing about me, is that in times of stress and fatigue, I feel like crying.
I’ve been really busy of late. I’m revising a novel that has been a labor of love, but consumes a lot of my time. I’m also co-director of an annual writers’ retreat that is coming up next week. So, in the interest of writing efficiency and mobility, I decided to buy a laptop. And I wanted it to have touch-screen technology. I got online, found the perfect model and ordered it.
When the laptop arrived a few days ago, I unpacked it and went through the process of setting it up. It was zippy and sleek and Windows 8 was actually not bad – BUT <—- (big but) – the display was NOT a touch-screen like I ordered.
It took me two days of phone calls and waiting on hold and emailing and waiting for responses to my email, and then calling and holding again, before I finally had a prepaid UPS label to slap on that sucker and send it back.
It was the last phone call that did me in, though. After establishing (with the third person I talked to) that it was, indeed, the wrong item, the returns rep asked me if I would consider keeping it if they gave me 5% off. I said, “No. It’s not what I ordered!”
And then she asked, “Would you keep it if we give you 10% off?”
I knew I was in trouble. My eyes welled up, and my voice took on that quavery underwater tone. “No! I just want to return it.” I felt like I was begging.
I finally found what I wanted locally and for $170 less, so my misery wasn’t all for naught. But by the time I brought the right laptop home, I was feeling battered and fragile, and I needed, REALLY NEEDED to listen to my mood and tell my body to just shut up for the time being.
And my mood was saying, Give me sugar!
So I did.
Chocolate ice cream, enrobed in fudge, and wrapped in Belgian milk chocolate. Because sometimes you have to have something bad for you, so it might as well be good.
And in the wise words of Robert Frost . . . that has made all the difference.