A strawberry muffin, business suits, and my caffiene headache

If you're reading the title of this posting with a puzzled look...GOOD, that's what I'm going for! This entry is going to be a collection of thoughts I've been wrestling with today...enjoy!

So allow me to explain, there are very few things that I like as much as strawberry muffins. I recently (with in the past 2 monthes) have discovered this amazing manna. Okay, on the outside these magnicent creations are the actual color pink. No, I'm serious, pink is one of the more pleasant colors to me...so I know pink and it's various shades. And this muffin is definately, beyond a shadow of a doubt, pink! So getting back to the flavor...what can I say? Have you ever tasted Heaven? Me either. But if the flavor is anything like a strawberry muffin, well we're in for an even bigger treat than we thought! Okay, okay, so that might have been a bit exagerated, but you get the point of how ridiculously good these pink muffins are. We supply them at the coffee shop were I work. My manager only orders them once it starts to get hot outside...coincidence, I think not. She knows that when people come in the shop from a hot, dreary day outside, they need a pick-me up. I couldn't think of a better device than a strawberry muffin to facilate this longing of refreshment.

Back to the task at hand. Business suits. Right across the hall way from my coffee shop is a men's wear place. Day in and day out, dude after dude go in there looking for custom tailored suits. What is the purpose of business suits? Okay, so let me set the scene a bit, I work at a coffee shop, a locally owned and operated one at that...we don't wear business attair. Or even come close. Thank God. I personally find polyester a bit itchy and uncomfortable. Honestly, just from an outsiders/womanly stand point, business suits make everyone look the same. Is that what "the man's" going for? I think it's also interesting that men wear different colored ties? As if that makes any difference, you're still wearing a suit and you can't escape the uniformity of it. Whether your tie is fushia or gray...it's still a tie. Not to sound negative...which I've already achieved. I suppose I understand the corporate world wanting the representers of individual companies to look "nice." I just don't understand when looking "nice" was transformed into being dressed in tight, for the most part uncomfortable, suit and tie. But I guess it's not up to me to decide.

Has anyone ever been addicted to anything? You don't have to raise your hand or answer outloud, unless you'd like. It's more of a rhetorical question. Well I unfortunately am addicted to the what I like to refer to as " energy juice" a.k.a caffiene, specifically in the form of coffee. I'm not talking about caffiene pills here. Not like on Saved by the Bell when Jesse was addicted to pills to help her stay awake so she could maintain her "A" average and still dance and sing with Lisa and Kelly. Oh no, it's not to that extent. I'm not going to cry about it on my friend Zack's shoulder while sing "I'm so excited, I'm so excited, I'm so, so, SCARED." (Just had to add that in there for all my fellow S.B.T.B. watchers! You still remember that scene...I know you do...I cried a little bit the first time I watched it, poor Jesse Spano.) As fun as flashing back is, I'm not done telling my side of caffiene addiction. Okay, so I went to bed last night with a throbing headache. For those how can't visualize that well, think of everytime your heart beats a shooting pain bursts all up in your skull. Yah, it was intense alright. I took a benadryl and went to sleep, only to wake up before my alarm clock to the same vicious headache! By this time, I was really frustrated with this little nusense, so I took an ibufrophen...that should do it! And it did! It wiped out my headache until right before I left for work...but even then only a shell of the enormously painful headache came back. However, upon my arrival at work and the first sip of coffee for the day...my headache vanished completely! Ah ha! I found that source of my agony...coffee, my crutch! Aaa well, I guess things could be worse.