I should’ve known when I got off the elevator on the 4th floor instead of the 5th that it was going to be one of those days. I actually wandered almost all the way to the location of my cubicle—thinking, “did they paint over the weekend?” before realizing I was on the wrong floor of my building.
Hmm now that I’m thinking about it, I guess maybe the fact that my bangs were totally retarded this morning was my first clue. They were trying to warn me that the entire day was going to be out of whack. But instead of heeding their twanginess, climbing into bed and calling in sick, I drowned their cries in leave-in conditioner and hairspray…
Once I made it up to the correct floor, I proceeded to spend approximately 6 hours locked up in meetings. This meant no blog reading, no fun writing, no IMing with Mr. Wonderful and no getting any other work done because I was too busy discussing and kicking off other projects. We had a department lunch and, in the grand tradition of our lunches, everyone assumed I would drive…which I then felt I had to do…so I led some coworkers downstairs to my car…and then suddenly realized I’d parked two levels up…
When I was finally free of the confines of our conference room, I got a message from my mom telling me my brother’s golden retriever and miniature fox terrier had been bitten by a rattlesnake in the backyard and were both in serious condition at the animal hospital. I almost burst into tears. What the heck was in the air today?!
But then it was time to go home. And as I wound along La Tuna Canyon, I noticed that all of the flowers are in bloom. Yellow and orange are patchworking the hills. The yuccas are exploding like popcorn-covered flagpoles. It smells like spring.
I opened a beer and read some of my favorite blogs (see list to the right) to unwind.
Then my brother called to let me listen to his 6-month old baby laughing hysterically on the other end of the line. She doesn’t know her puppies are hurt and I think right now, she’s helping her parents forget, too.
I think seis de Mayo is going to be a better day…
8 comments:
Man, I feel ya. I have days like this all the time and you gotta wonder, "Am I on my own version of the Truman Show? Why are things going wrong all at the same time?"
So, good luck on your seis de mayo!
Heh. I can honestly say that the condition of my bangs, or any other part of my hair, have never given me foresight into my day... ;)
Hopefully your brother's dogs will recover soon!
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Doggie Update - both are doing "pretty good". The Pixinator was transferred back to Rosemont. They will continue pain meds, fluids, antibiotics. Chloe was doing well too!
It's funny, last night when I had Mike call you to listen to the baby, I didn't even know your day had been crappy. Glad we can make you smile :)
See you tonight!
Now you know what it's like when your brain continues to fart all day! And you give me a bad time!
Well here's hoping each days gets much better than the one you just described. Except of course for next Monday, because we know that one's gonna suck.
Jane - Thanks. :) Yeah, it did feel like behind some viewing window somewhere, people were probably laughing at me and testing me...Today was much better.
Geekhiker - Are you sure your hair wasn't tweaky that day you hurt your knee recently?
Poopypants - SOO glad the girls are doing better. I want Pixie prancing all over my face next time I come visit.
AMOMymous - It wasn't brain farting so much as just a black cloud following me all day.
Michael C - Seriously, they should just remove Monday from the calendar. I had to come into work early yesterday, enhancing the suckness of the Mondayity.
You really know how to say it, amazing the power a few flowers have though, and a babies laugh, really does create fairies! So glad we have those things in life to straighten us out again!
Alysha - Amen, sister.
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