Flying solo

For me, the time I spend on a plane is like taking a break: I’m not expected to do anything other than seat tight, relax, read and listen to music.

I’m always concern with who’s going to sit next to me because even though I’m a talker, it’s only when I feel like it, not when my seat companion wants it.

Isn't that called freedom of speech (one way only?)

Thank God for noise canceling headphones, kindles and face masks

Time Traveling

To those of you old enough to know what a blackboard is, I want to invite you to a short time travel.

Close your eyes and go back any time during your school years. Visualize the big blackboard. Someone is writing on it with white chalk.

Engage your hearing now. Do you hear the screeching sound of the chalk scratching the blackboard?

Screeeeeeeeeech!

I can still feel my teeth wanting to pop like popcorn. I hated it!

And what’s that????

Don’t you hate it when you put your hand on a surface or grab a handle or an object and it is wet and sticky? Ughhhhhh!

Imagine when it happens and you’re in the company of clients, or people you don’t know well?

Thank God for Purell…

Dishwasher

Call me obsessive (maybe I am, but just a little…) When it comes to loading the dishwasher I have my own method so that I can get a full load in it, everything washes fine and it’s easy to put it all away.

Small dishes on one side so that I can place bigger ones next to it, forks in one basket, teaspoons, in another, and so on. The issue is when somebody else partially loads the dishwasher. I find myself confused on how to continue. Three pots and two plates fill the whole thing!!!

I secretly reorganize everything the way “it should be” before turning it on.

Is it too bad?

Weesh, wash, weesh, wash…

Cracking fingers

Some of us have the unconscious habit of cracking our knuckles. And some people can’t stand hearing the pleasant crack, crack every now and then. Do you hate it?

Why can’t everybody just be like me, hah?

AM or PM?

As we all know, some of us are morning people and some night people. One of the most difficult things is to share space with someone from the group opposite yours.

I declare it publicly: I’m a morning person. I get up full of energy. I get active: empty the dishwasher, make breakfast, sing a tune or two.

Some members of my family are NOT morning persons. They’re the type that says: Don’t  make noises, don’t get near me and please, please, don’t talk to my until I’ve had my second cup of coffee.

Man’s best friend

I know I’m going to hurt some people’s feelings. Most people I know have pets and they’re mostly dogs. The great majority of them are very well behaved. However in my line of work, when I visit clients and some friends I’ve come across dogs that are not necessarily..let's say... discrete.

I’m not talking about the ones that bark incessantly demanding attention, or the ones that cross your path in extreme excitement making you trip. No, I’m talking about the ones that consider necessary to stick their noses up in your “derriere”.

Pleeeease, go way… It’s so embarrassing!