Betrayed by a Kiss

#2: Hershey's is Evil

I received a pack of Hershey’s Kisses yesterday and immediately said to myself, “I’m not going to eat those.” Yeah. Then proceeded to open the first one. 15 minutes after, all but one was gone.

It’s not that I lack willpower. It’s that they’re there. And with nothing better to do while waiting for my public hanging in front of our Regional bosses, I just really started finding them very appealing and suddenly oh-so-healthy. (Well, healthier than the death penalty, that is.)

So the presentation went well and they were convinced that I am doing a good job with my brand here in our country. Wednesday was over and lo and behold, there was light at the end of the tunnel. Thursday was going to be a breeze. Really. I even put on “breezy” clothes to go with the mood. Then this evil little kiss peers from behind my planner and dares me to eat him. I give him a sneer. I didn’t need him the way I needed his brothers yesterday when I was so stressed. I’m on “cruise” mode this time and this mode is more for granola bars and soy milk than for bad, bad chocolate babies. He sneers back.

Two meetings later, I sit to face my laptop and decide to skip lunch altogether. In the light of another possible slaughter, lunch was inconsequential. If I don’t get these deliverables accomplished, a bunch of sales guys will have my head for lunch… plus our regional lords will be breathing down my neck – yes, the neck attached to my decapitated body. (Why do I keep borrowing images from the grim reaper again?) The breezy portion of the day is apparently over. I reach for the last piece of chocolate, crush it between my teeth and swallow it quickly so I wouldn’t have to hear the little creep gloat.