Over summer I was harshly and cruelly tested by the gods of tea. Not only was I adapting to sunlight and Vitamin D efficiencies, I also had hot weather and humidity trying to suppress my four-a-day (three black tea, one dandelion) cup of tea addiction. However, nothing gets between me and my food. Little Sissy Pham understands this best; every time I do something nice for her, she says, "You love me!" And I reply, "No, I don't. I love food!" I've discovered my devotion to food extends to cups of tea. 

Boy did I sweat and whimper through each cup of tea for the first three months. What was once a soothing routine to me, was now an act of self-torture and yet I stubbornly kept drinking the tea. My devotion was rewarded with a job in an airconditioned office where I now comfortably drink my cups of tea.

Upon reflection, I don't think I was hired because I'm enthusiastic and have mad skills. I was hired because the gods of tea knew I kept the faith and drank all that tea even though it hurt me worse than that time I cartwheeled off my bed and concussed myself.