Fear Factor

My life is an episode of Fear Factor.

First the aforementioned Cooch Roach.

Then, today, out to lunch with our HR rep. I order the Veggie Wrap, no mayo, salad instead of fries.

I'm at least three quarters of the way through it when I realize that taste I couldn't quite place ... Is CHICKEN. Not just bland, anonymous McChicken flesh. Actual chicken breast and skin. Real chicken. Like the chicken I had IMMEDIATELY before turning vegetarian.

How is one supposed to handle that in front of one's HR rep?

I didn't flip out but I did get a little snippy. Especially when the server acted like, dude, it was really no big deal that there was chicken in my sandwich, I mean, really. Dude.

And, as if that wasn't enough, apparently my hypnotherapy worked last weekend. Because even though I was out with HR to discuss certain, uh, issues, I just kept seeing the positive in all situations. The lovingkindness, as it were. Damnit. Damn healthy balance and being in touch with the greater Universal energies. Dammit.

PS -- Is DAMN IT spelled with an MM or an MN?