Today was a pretty rotten day. A Project From Hell at work got me stressed out to the point where I was kind of laughing uncontrollably at the futility of it all — and y’all know me, it takes a lot to get me worked up like that — and none of it would have been difficult if we hadn’t had to work through STUPID CONVIO (there, I said it). I won’t bore you with details, so suffice it to say that they specialize in making the simple complex. Also, for whatever reason, I woke up this morning without much patience to begin with, so this project got me on the edge pretty quickly. By the time I was able to take a quick break late afternoon and meet Doc at the dive shop to pick up our equipment for our upcoming lake dive, I was stretched pretty thin. In the dressing room, attempting to squeeze my (apparently) enormous ass into every rental wetsuit they had in the shop to no avail, I snapped and bawled like a baby. You should know that I am almost six feet tall and while I’m not exactly “fat,” I do have a decent pear shape to my body. It would seem that I am one-of-a-kind in the diving world, as all wetsuits seem made for short women or thin men. The ladies’ sizes were way too small for me, and the only men’s wetsuit that fit over my butt was an XL, and I could have stored a week’s worth of snacks in the top part of it. The dive shop people didn’t seem to understand that I needed one with a small top and a large bottom. They kept suggesting larger and larger men’s sizes (to get the bottom to fit) or […]