I’ve read many blog posts and articles about how making small, positive changes in your life can add up to one BIG positive change. Well, if that’s true than so is the opposite. A lot of a little annoyances can add up to one, huge, crappy kind of day.
It all started out this morning. Upon getting dressed in a new shirt, I felt the tag. Scratchy. Ouch. I knew it had to come out. This is the one and only shirt in my closet that’s an XS, so I was proud of that tag…although it was probably on the discount rack at Gabriel Brothers because it’s really an L …mistagged in China as an XS.
Putting the kitchen sheers to good use, off came the mistagged proof that I could fit into an XS.
In a flurry to get into the office on time so that I could selfishly leave on time, I failed to eat the most essential meal of the day. By 10:30, I was starved at my desk and ate a brown-bagged lunch…ham sandwich on white.
When lunchtime neared, I had no lunch. Damn. So, I begged a snack off my office mate…half a Kandy Kake, which wasn’t worth the 120-calorie punch to my mistagged XS.
My doctor’s office mailed an insurance statement to my office address. Can we claim a HIPA violation on that smooth move? Even though I have insurance, gave them my insurance card, and paid the shockingly high $50 co-pay, apparently their completely incorrect records indicate that I don’t have any insurance and owe more money for the 10 minute, no results appointment that occurred 6 months ago. Fabulous.
It was HOT today. AC clicks on, internet goes out. AC clicks off, internet comes back on. AC clicks on again…bye-bye internet. With the fight for electricity ruining my work flow, I decide to leave the office early and finish out the day on my laptop from home.
Lucky for me, it’s a short drive home. Unlucky for me, I’m sitting in a puddle. The one day in forever that I leave the car window down, we get a mid-afternoon thunderstorm. Go figure.
Since I was working from home , it made sense to make the husband some dinner. I could tag-team work and dinner….no problem. Meanwhile, I get an nasty-gram e-mail from a client telling me that my work is a serious disappointment. In the 18 years I’ve been doing this job, no client has ever said such a thing. The gull. I walk away from my desk, glassy-eyed with fury and think about dinner. With the Kandy Kake a distant memory, I was ready to eat…but had to make something first.
Less than 5 minutes before I had the casserole dish filled with chicken enchiladas ready to hit the oven, the entire neighborhood looses power. And yes, my oven is electric. After waiting 2 hours for it to come back on, at 8:30 we end up having take-out pizza, by candlelight.
I guess it’s time to think about inspirational messages that positive blog land tells me to remember…
….tomorrow will be a new day with a new perspective.
….at least I’m not in Afghanistan.
….there is food in the fridge. Starving children in Africa would be grateful for my cold pizza and unbaked dish of enchiladas.
….be humble, I’m really not an XS and so the tag deserved its demise.
Ever have one of THOSE days?
Three cheers for a good weekend and the end to THIS day. Peace out, Friday.