Okay, first of all yesterday was Monday. ‘Nuff said, right? WRONG. As Kelly and I were getting ready to leave for work this morning when I realized that I didn’t have my wallet. Cue the panic attack. We had to leave for work so as Kelly was driving, I retraced my steps from Sunday. I called Walgreens where I spoke with a manager who said that yes, they had my wallet. So I made arrangements to go get it after work. Crisis averted.
After a mediocre day at work (not great, not terrible) Kelly and I headed for home… only to realize I’d left my phone at work. This may not sound like a huge deal to some people but to ME? Hell. And since Kelly and I are closers and are some of the last people to leave the building, the door is locked and we can’t go back for it. LAME. I am so behind on Twitter because of this! In addition, Kelly’s phone battery was dead so we had a 40 minute drive home with no cell phone. SAFETY FIRST!
We headed to Walgreens where I spoke to a cashier who called a manager to check the safe. So I waited… and waited… and waited… and the cashier got a call from said manager who said that they couldn’t find my wallet. They asked a series of stupid questions like, “Who did you talk to?” “Are you sure it was this Walgreens?”. The result is the same – they couldn’t find my wallet. So I asked them to call the lady I’d spoken to that morning but they said that she was a new assistant manager so they didn’t have her contact information. Believe me, I KNOW – this makes no sense! So I suggested they take my information and call me when they find it.
After these two traumatic events, I decided that I wanted Chipotle for dinner (thanks to a tweet from my lovely friend, Rhonda). Thankfully I had my debit card; it hadn’t been in my wallet. So we went to Chipotle where the napkin container basically EXPLODED when I went to get napkins, spewing napkins about 6 inches above the counter.
At this point even the small things were setting me off. So we headed for home where the ONLY THING keeping me from wanting to cry was the fact that I had Ellen DVRed with Adam Levine and Slash. (Shut up, I love Adam Levine and I will not be ashamed.) So we get home, I get all cozy in my softies, sit down to eat, turn on the TV… and BOOM – Ellen did not DVR.
COME ON, UNIVERSE! I AM A GOOD PERSON! THERE ARE SEVERAL BIRDS, A DOG, AND MANY CATS THAT ARE ALIVE BECAUSE I RESCUED THEM! I DON’T EVEN KILL ANTS OR THOSE STUPID BITING LADY BUGS OR HORNETS!
*sigh* My tattoo does come into play here… and it’s just the fact that all we are, we are. Ya know? What can you do? You have a bad day, laugh at it, shake it off, and move forward.
I posted the above paragraphs to my Facebook Project 365 album yesterday. When I woke up this morning I had shaken yesterday off and was ready for a better Tuesday! So I went to work and began telling Sara my [now] amusing story about my horrific day yesterday and, as I was telling her, I took off my glasses to clean them off and they just… broke. They didn’t even make a snapping sound; they just fluidly broke. Super glue – no dice. Duct tape or electrical tape – nowhere to be found. Scotch tape – to no avail. Thankfully my eye doctor is AWESOME and so is her staff so they put aside a pair of contacts for me and Kelly and I drove there to get them but AGAIN! SERIOUSLY??
I just had to set a picture of Charlie Brown as my desktop at work today. *sigh*