Iced-Tea Tee

Well, There's a new love in my life.
His name is Ice-Tea, the beverage not the rapper slash actor. (although he's an integral character on one of my favorite shows shows)
I have realized my addiction is proving my infidelity to the former lover in Diet Coke. But we still talk.
Tea, (that's his nick name), has so many varients and options. I feel like our relationship is a lot more free and adventurous than the other.
The flavor of choice is most often hibiscus mint. But today I experienced the joy of blackberry jasmine.
At first I thought people were just sticking random combinations of fruit and plants on labels and they were really all the same. but in the course of a month, my palet has been refined.

But with this pleasure doth come pain



I don't know where to begin. Obviously, If I will be drinking 50 bajillion cups of tea (give or take a few) I will be making 50 bajilolion trips to the little nun's room (subtle tribute to whoopie in sister act part 1).

The path to said destination is wrought with obsticles.
1 - my delightful beaded curtain door to my cube. I'll admit that i sometimes get tangled up in it in all my haste.
2 - the overly decorative tile work in the lobby. it doesn't only look rugged - it might as well be cobblestone. this isn't a huge problem until it meets the soles of my high heeled shoes. which I wear more often than not. then disaster is only a mis-step away.
3 - the face-level air freshening sprayer (mentioned in the 'out to get me' post)
4 - the daunting stares of creepy-bob in the neighboring cubicle.
"take a picture, it'll last longer - buddy"

This leads me to the subject of Bob.