Otherwise known as 'The Muff Girl'.

Rocked up at Nike yesterday with Marty to present a couple of projects and learned that my client has been referring to me (I can only assume affectionately) as 'The Muff Girl', because I generally rock up to meetings with my fluffy ear muffs on. 

Upon discovering this, my frontal lobe took over and relaunched a convo we left off about 2 months ago (which Marty had not been privy to), something to do with a failed Brazilian wax in Portugal back in '02...which then moved on to me going to Vietnam next week and having to shuffle about my wax appointments and go 8 weeks rather than 5 without a prune...and then onto some detail around my overgrown shrubbery causing me spacial relation issues resulting in me banging my va-gin into the middle bathroom drawer as well as two table corners (FYI in Polish, a 'cunt' is a corner of a table) all in the space of one week. 

Marty was mortified, even though it was he who told me earlier in the week that the reason i formed such great relationships with clients was because i shared the interesting bits of my personal life with them and others could learn from my peoples skills. Anyhoo, the clients were quiet amused AND have another project for us. Nice work dirt-bag.

Compost muffins. A real struggle for me.

Insane week so far. Still undecided whether insane in a good way or bad way. 

For some reason, probably fatigue, my tolerance for retards (as in stupid people, not people with legitimate medical issues) and fat people (weight issues brought on by drinking regular coke and inhaling trans-fatty foods, as opposed to evil thyroids or pregnancy, although on occasion there is a cross-over...) has been nil.

In the waiting room this morning, a woman with three bellies, sweat oozing out between the folds, decides to sit next to/on top of me, despite there being about 15 vacant chairs.I was repulsed. And because the doctor was running 45 mins late (despite mine apparently being the first appointment of the day) I had to sit next to her for an extended period of time. 

Fortunately my attention was diverted by a message from Emily who was so kind to remind me that it was actually Brendan's birthday today and i'd better get my shit together and sort him out a baked birthday delight, as he'd feel neglected if I didn't (I bake things for all special occasions at work). The easiest thing i could think of was banana choc-chip muffins, but in my current sensitive state, I wasn't sure i'd be able to cope with the disgusting smell of the peels. Gross. They make me dry vom nearly every time. At work recently, the boys sellotaped a really black peel to the underside of my desk without my knowledge. I could well have institutionalized that day.

Anyhoo, I rushed home, armed with ripe bananas, put on my onion goggles (which for some reason i though would help me handle the situation,) blocked my nose and peeled and mashed at a pace you could not imagine. I then double-bagged the garbage bin, took it straight to the big bins and baked my acclaimed muffins, which were naturally a huge hit.

I think banana peels, amongst a whole heap of other things, will have to make an appearance in my new year resolutions next year.