And it was still a good day

Oh I swear to God, for a “day off,” I’m freaking exhausted!

It started at 8 a.m. with people who know better than to ask me for stuff at that hour, well, asked me for stuff. It was fine. Really.

9 a.m. arrived and I started on a new project. Chaos only partially ensued. Life was good.

9:45 arrived and of course the 8 a.m. project was augmented with a, “Hey, you decide how to do it.” And well, that wasn’t a decision I should have made. So I made the decision in which everyone wins.

10:30 a.m. arrived with a “Why didn’t you make the decision I wanted you to make?” I had my reasons and stated them. All was well. Once again, everyone won.

2 p.m. arrived. Lunch! Outdoors! At Cosi! Nom nom nom, viva la salade nicoise. Seriously. Good stuff. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a lunch hour? (Hint, I’ve had one a year for three years.)

2:30 p.m. Hmm, there’s a movie playing at the cinema down the street. …

2:35 p.m. Bought the only ticket to the 2:35 showing of “Made of Honor.” I laughed, I cried, I arched my eyebrow at the formulaic-ness of it all and cried some more because, oh Hannah, I feel ya.

4 p.m. Wandered up the street for hot tea and dessert plus a one-on-one session with the laptop. Here’s the deal — my e-mail address was disconnected last night. AND THERE WAS STUFF IN THAT FUCKING ACCOUNT THAT I FORGOT TO READ/FORWARD that I would need for today, as today is a transition day and all.


So I was able to call up the one document that was most urgent on my iPhone. Now, as it was a Word doc, I couldn’t save it or send it to a different e-mail account. But I could prop the phone up against my laptop screen and type the four-page tome verbatim, hyperlinks and all.

OK, it’s 6 p.m. and I’m calling shenanigans. I’m actually sitting catty-corner from the condo where one of my ill-fated attempts at romance lives, and I’d like to get the hell out of here before he decides he needs to walk or drive by. I was looking all right until I cried off all my makeup, so it’s time to vamoose with what little sanity I still have left intact. *poof!*

One Lonely Response to And it was still a good day

  1. fanfrickingtastic :

    Your good days make me want to cry. Oh, and I cried at Made of Honor, too. Only I cried at the happy part at the end. I sound very stable. lol.

    I’m starting a new job next week, I pray my days don’t sound like yours.