Ahh ... The Historic Smell of Salmon

Yesterday morning I quickly through together lunch: some canned salmon on a bed of "rainbow salad" (grated broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, and cabbage) with a drizzle of olive oil, and a sprinkling of salt, ground pepper, and oregano. Not bad, really. When I opened the tupperware container at lunch, the smell of canned salmon wafted out and smacked me with nostalgia. My only previous experience with canned salmon were the torturous dinners of salmon patties (with peas, always peas) to which Mom used to subject us (my brother and I).

Why?

Salmon patties? As a kid it was just another food I didn't like. But now, as someone who actually enjoys salmon, I still don't get it. It would never occur to me to form perfectly good salmon into patties and serve them with peas.

Explain, please. Is it a Betty Crocker classic? Betty has so many things to answer for.

Work has been dreadfully stressful -- to the point that my supervisor actually commented on my change of attitude (it's hard to stay sunshiny happy through a week of rain and a plague of in-house mailings).

The sun came out yesterday and I finished one of the mailings (no thanks to the mega copier-printer that kept churning out crappy renditions of the invitation card ... I had to resort to an inkjet printer, people! Better quality but slower than molasses) so my mood has improved drastically.

I'm think -- or rather, I know -- that if I want to stay employed in a job that interests me that I need to learn to handle with stress (and my overly high expectations for myself). I should talk with my doctor about some therapy/counseling/whatever to work on that. I mean, obviously, on some level I do know what to do. However, putting into practice is another matter. When the pressure is on, deep breathing doesn't seem to get me anywhere.

I need that ... And to suck it up and make a dentist appointment.

On a fun, amusing, sarcastic note: Google has once again presented me with a quote that we need to send our President:

Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and
expecting different results. - Albert Einstein