A Blog…. Why, again, did I think it was a good idea to have a blog?

Wistful ideas of grandeur clouded my head, I suppose.

Aaaaaand now. Winds of responsibility have quickly blown those clouds towards the coast of What-The-Hell-Was-I-Thinking.

2 weeks ago, I had big blogging plans. Huge. I was going to impart wisdom and witt and… whatever.

I decided that I have a bottle neck in my head that’s preventing all the genius from dripping down into my eager-to-type-fingers.

Perhaps it’s the tension in my back that had caused this obstruction? I admittedly fail frequently in my attempts to sit in my desk all ergonomically correct– as suggested by the worker’s comp rep the insurance company sent along to protect us from having to file a claim. (mmm-hhmm)

While I was lamenting (and rationalizing) my inability to articulate my thoughts, find time to blog, etc, etc… I spoke with a friend who has been active in the fight to find a cure for Autism. He told be about about an Autistic girl named Carly who has been able to communicate by typing. Held captive by her body, Carly is able to express to the outside world, what’s been going on in hers.

Smack!.

In your face Humility.

I’m done lamenting.

Check out her story…. It’s way better than mine.

After a successful letter writing campaign* to Whole Foods, I’ve decided I should have a blog.

(*okay… it was 1 email. But still. Totally successful.)

Who knows? It’s likely a fleeting notion- like wanting a pony, or playing the drums…

But maybe not.

Maybe I’m the next Scobilizer?

(See that? Already posting links.)

So, here’s the (abridged) letter that prompted change at WholePaycheck and subsequently led to this potentially bad-ass blog:

I’m a super-loyal, green-bag-carrying Whole Foods fan. Really.

And I’m not a big whiner. I mean, I took one for the team when y’all stopped offering fat-free ginger cookies, and quietly dealt with the worse-than-a-rest-stop-off-Hwy-5 bathroom conditions. (NICE improvement on that, by the way!)

But today.
My favorite lunch time tradition: tainted.

As I bit into my incredibly well-crafted salad-bar creation I tasted a straaaange(?), smoky (hmm…starting to frown), in-ter-es-ting-ly chewy (head cocked sideways) unknown invader in my mouth…. (Insert gag reflex here)

I did that gross pull-half-eaten-food-out-of-your-mouth thing, only to to discover that a rogue piece of (some kind of meat) made it’s way into my cottage cheese. (gagging again as I recall the fiasco)

Could we maybe put a little bit of thoughtful strategy into the salad bar arrangement?

I like to toss some cottage cheese in my salad from time to time. But, on several occasions I’ve had to skip that entire section of tasty additions because the nearby meat products have sadly splashed beyond their little compartments into the non-meat stuff.

Here’s my, future salad saving plea: I’d ask if we could just consider a little rearranging perhaps? Maybe give meats a separate section with different serving utensils (people like to mix and match- contributing to the contamination)…

You do rock.
But- seriously.
I can’t handle any more mystery meat surprises in my leafy green goodness.

Thanks guys!
Robyn

UPDATE: Like I said. It was fixed- the next day. And now I think I have super powers. Sweet.