She keeps standing in front of the projector as she talks. Right now, she has the word “issues” tattooed across her forehead. Now, her issues are gone, having disappeared as she paces to the other side of the room. Her long braid sways as it hangs past her waist. She sips her coffee. At this point, she must be to the gritty, shocking sweetness at the bottom. I had spotted her just prior to the start of the training making herself a cup of coffee. She grabbed the serving spoon at the fruit tray and heaped two actual serving spoons of sugar into her meager paper cup. She dumped it like a toy truck on the beach, from way up high, as the serving spoon doesn’t come even close to fitting in the awaiting cup. By the way she is tipping the cup back now and waiting, I sense she is waiting for the sugar to slowly slide down the bottom of the cup towards her. I am brought back to making cereal as a child, adding sugar to the less sweet ones. At the end, after drinking the milk left from the bottom of the bowl, there was the crunchy sweet sugar. Much easier to get to with the regular sized spoon. But, I feel her. I’ve kind of been there before. Who knew I would be time traveling back to my childhood during this work place training!