Thursday, July 07, 2005
It's Been One Of Those Days
I woke up to slam off my alarm clock, and the shoulder that was hurting last night cracked very painfully and very loudly. If I hadn't already been laying down, I would have buckled it hurt so much. I woke up about 6 minutes late (which when you only give yourself 30 minutes to go from bed to door - 6 minutes is a lot), and my hair wouldn't dry (now it's kind stinking up in weird places). When I finally made it out of the bathroom, I couldn't find anything to wear, eat, etc. And on my way out the door, I noticed that Jaime brought in the mail. Shuffling through the mail, I found a personal letter from a last name I didn't recognize, so I snatched it and bolted out the door.
On my way to my car, I opened the envelope, it was a typed letter from my friend, Rob's, fiance. It regretfully informed me (and I'm assuming many others) that I had been "de-guested." Although I don't necessarily mind, I was still shocked that they had actually sent out letters de-guesting their closest friends and family. Incredible.
Once I got to the expressway I noticed that all five of Michigan's slow drivers were driving in front of me in the "fast" lane. Grr. I have quite a little commute to work, so I call people. This morning, it was my mom. Mid-story, I wandered into a bubble where I don't have a good signal. Lost the call. Double grr. Got to work late (...er. Than usual). When I got to the elevator, I noticed it was on the ground floor, and feeling smug that I wouldn't have to wait for 5 minutes, I reached over to push the "up" button. In slow-mo, my index finger moved towards the elevator button... Simultaneously, the elevator moved up to the second floor....
It's going to be a long, long day.