Anatomy of a Bad Day
You know those days where nothing seems to go your way? Where it’s like God is just screwing with you. Welcome to my Friday. I should have stayed home and slept in.
Woke up an hour early and couldn’t go back to sleep. Got in the shower. Out of shampoo. Had to step out, search for another bottle and jump back in. Took my shower. It was a Jean’s Day at work, but I didn’t do my laundry the night before; no jeans to wear. Put on a pair of dress slacks and reached for my white shirt. Now... a few days ago, I received my first custom-tailored shirt. It fit perfectly. This was not that shirt. I looked in the mirror. Way too big. Looked like I was wearing a sail for a fucking boat. Put it back and wore some suck-ass blue one. Not a good start.
Drove to the office. I’ve been trying to help our business unit stay compliant, so I hustled over the past week or so to compile info and keep us on target. There’s a guy at work who flakes on every single meeting I call. If your title isn’t “Director” or “VP”, you’re not on his radar. He’s off doing “big boy stuff” (an actual quote). He never replies to an e-mail request (unless it’s his boss as he usually forwards my e-mails to her like a little blindcopy bitch). I left him a voicemail yesterday. I made it very simple for him. I sent an e-mail with screenshots that would make sense to a 5-year old. All he had to do was glance at them and give me a “yea” or “nay”. It would literally take him no more than 2 minutes. Checked my e-mail/vm. No reply from Mr. Big Boy.
Moving on. I had two presentations that afternoon and needed time to prepare. I realized that the second meeting was going to be full of angst as they’re constantly complaining that they’re “too busy” and don’t have time to even offer an opinion - when they actually show up for my meetings, that is. I decided to make it very simple for them, as well - to alleviate the sighs. I would do all the heavy lifting. I had a pretty good idea of how their site should look, so I put the headphones on and built that mother out. I skipped lunch (and I was STARVING) to save them some time.
My first meeting went ok. I was ready for my presentation with the others. Side note. You know ... there was a time years ago when I managed a large group of folks and, like them, was tied up in meetings ALL DAY LONG. Which is why I worked late hours and even came in on the weekend. What I DIDN’T do, though, was flake on meetings. One or two? Ok. I would always give word, though. To consistently cancel or (worse) not even show up is just fucking disrespectful. That’s not me and it’s a HUGE pet peeve of mine. At least provide some advance notice. Be courteous. Period.
So I skipped lunch, finished up my WebEx and started to shut down my laptop. 5 minutes until the meeting. I went to the copy room and started to make copies of all my handouts. That’s when I heard my name. It was their Admin. “Oh”, she said, “we’re going to have to reschedule the meeting.” She told me that two of the managers weren’t there and her boss was just too backed up to attend. 3 minutes to go. 3 minutes? It was a meeting with the VP and a few of her managers. They had all day to tell me that two of them weren’t in and, therefore, it wasn’t a good idea to meet. Ugh.
I’ll skip ahead a bit. Left work and figured I’d pick up some food at the grocery store. Tired and drained, I steered my wobbly little cart through the aisles. When it was time to pay, I chose a clerk and was immediately cut off by an extremely rude couple who literally ran to get in front of me. I was fast approaching “postal” status. I just stared at them ... like I wanted to bash their fucking head in with a can of creamed corn. I paid. I put the groceries in the car and, as I was driving away, guess who cut in front me, again? Yes... the couple. No turn signal. Mercedez-Benz (wow... what a surprise).
Got home. Opened the trunk. Took the bags out and ... seems there was a hole in one of them. The jar of pasta came crashing down, shattering into tiny glass shards at my feet. Pasta sauce on my $300 Bruno Magli loafers. The olives for my martini (the one I so desperately needed) ... also shattered. Tiny green olives all over the ground. I put the remaining bags in my trusty little cart and realized, right away, that the cart didn’t work. All in all, a banner day. I went upstairs and collapsed in bed. Went to sleep.
Ok, not really. Just as I was about to drift off, my friend called and my cell started shaking all over the damn place. Now ... she’s my best friend and was doing what best friends do - calling me back to ask what groceries I needed from the store (I clued her in). Not her fault and she was only trying to help, but I was JUST about to fall asleep.
So that’s it. That’s my story. A bit whiney (ok, a lot), but it was one of those days.
I need a vacation.
Buddha
Reader Comments (3)
I hate when someone calls as you're just about to doze off... makes you wanna punt kick your phone against the wall so hard it breaks to pieces upon impact... then finish it off by calling your mobile service provider via land line to claim insurance for a refurbished phone as a replacement.
The great thing about bad days is that they eventually end. Today is a new day, Mr.Man... make wise choices. ;]
xoxo,
Caro
And I thought I'VE had bad days. You make my bad days look like a vacation! I'm sorry, I'm glad it's over for you though. Hopefully it doesn't happen again.
Um, is there such a thing as dirty jeans? I thought you could go DAYS without washing them. I mean, as long as you wear underwear.