Today is the worst day ever...
I hate this day. Really. It's just bad.
I was so hopeful this morning, but no. I woke up and my flu is worse again. I thought, okay, but hey at least it's not so bad. Just a few more throat tablets and such and I'll be fine. Had a good train ride into work, and went to get my morning coffee. All fine.
I get up to my desk and reach in to get our my phone and kindle and some throat soothers. One compartment is full of yogurt. I pull out things as I find them. My car keys full of globs of white sticky yogurt. At that point my best friend at work says "I think that's your phone down there..." pointing out what looks like a vague square shaped black object submerged in the white goo.
At that point I just laughed. Of course my phone was in that compartment for the first time ever. Did I mention this is my brand new leather bag I bought last week? I pull everything out, the girls at work are amazing and go grab soapy warm water and help me clean everything. I love them. They are awesome. I spend a good amount of time getting as much crap off my phone as I can and it's still working. Then naturally, the screen dies as I try turning it off. It's ruined. I knew it would be as soon as I saw it, but hey.
So we go to my mobile dealer to see if I'm eligible for an upgrade. I am, but I can't pick my phone up because it's attached to hubby's account and he has to sign the contract. Fine. We'll pick one up later this afternoon. I'm okay at this point. Zen.
Then as we walk back the skies open up. It started with two minutes of sprinkles then came the tropical downpour. The basement of my office building was flooded to put this amount of rain into perspective. Fine. Of course it would rain. We come back soaking wet.
Hubby calls to say that we can get a new phone through insurance. Awesome. I'm fine with that. It means I have to go back to the store. Again. In the rain. I had to go today. Four blocks. In a torrential down pour because I can't be arsed waiting. I get to the store. I am kindly informed there will be a five week wait for them to look at my phone. I feel a little like crying, but I just say fine. I can't handle any more at this point. I get my loaner phone and charger. Of course the phone is dead. Why wouldn't it be? I laugh and go to this awesome comic store on the same street figure I can pick up a new comic cuz my day is pretty shit. I do. I am happy.
It's raining again. Fine. I'm already soaking wet. Get back to work. Write 40 Christmas cards to customers in 3 hours due to other wankery I can't even begin to get into. 40 would be good if I didn't have another 600 to get through by when? Tomorrow.
No. I don't want to. But it'll get done. No lunch break for me I suppose. Again, I'm fine. Can't get any worse can it?
I get to the train station. Our train is cancelled. Why the fuck not? We have busses. Great. Traffic jam. Stuck for 1 hour. Great.
Get home to deal with an account which they have screwed up again. Hubby annoyed, I'm annoyed. Deal with account. Walk dog (in the rain of course). I decide to make dinner. Leftovers, but as I heat it up on the stove I burn my arm reaching for the salt.
I'm not sure what I've done recently, but I'm sorry karma. I'm really really REALLY sorry. Please make tomorrow better.
Now I'm going to have a nice cup of mint tea, wrap some presents and take it easy...
Sorry for venting, but I really needed to get that out.
Hopefully everyone's day was much, much better than mine.
Oh, and I will never put yogurt in my handbag EVER again.
I was so hopeful this morning, but no. I woke up and my flu is worse again. I thought, okay, but hey at least it's not so bad. Just a few more throat tablets and such and I'll be fine. Had a good train ride into work, and went to get my morning coffee. All fine.
I get up to my desk and reach in to get our my phone and kindle and some throat soothers. One compartment is full of yogurt. I pull out things as I find them. My car keys full of globs of white sticky yogurt. At that point my best friend at work says "I think that's your phone down there..." pointing out what looks like a vague square shaped black object submerged in the white goo.
At that point I just laughed. Of course my phone was in that compartment for the first time ever. Did I mention this is my brand new leather bag I bought last week? I pull everything out, the girls at work are amazing and go grab soapy warm water and help me clean everything. I love them. They are awesome. I spend a good amount of time getting as much crap off my phone as I can and it's still working. Then naturally, the screen dies as I try turning it off. It's ruined. I knew it would be as soon as I saw it, but hey.
So we go to my mobile dealer to see if I'm eligible for an upgrade. I am, but I can't pick my phone up because it's attached to hubby's account and he has to sign the contract. Fine. We'll pick one up later this afternoon. I'm okay at this point. Zen.
Then as we walk back the skies open up. It started with two minutes of sprinkles then came the tropical downpour. The basement of my office building was flooded to put this amount of rain into perspective. Fine. Of course it would rain. We come back soaking wet.
Hubby calls to say that we can get a new phone through insurance. Awesome. I'm fine with that. It means I have to go back to the store. Again. In the rain. I had to go today. Four blocks. In a torrential down pour because I can't be arsed waiting. I get to the store. I am kindly informed there will be a five week wait for them to look at my phone. I feel a little like crying, but I just say fine. I can't handle any more at this point. I get my loaner phone and charger. Of course the phone is dead. Why wouldn't it be? I laugh and go to this awesome comic store on the same street figure I can pick up a new comic cuz my day is pretty shit. I do. I am happy.
It's raining again. Fine. I'm already soaking wet. Get back to work. Write 40 Christmas cards to customers in 3 hours due to other wankery I can't even begin to get into. 40 would be good if I didn't have another 600 to get through by when? Tomorrow.
No. I don't want to. But it'll get done. No lunch break for me I suppose. Again, I'm fine. Can't get any worse can it?
I get to the train station. Our train is cancelled. Why the fuck not? We have busses. Great. Traffic jam. Stuck for 1 hour. Great.
Get home to deal with an account which they have screwed up again. Hubby annoyed, I'm annoyed. Deal with account. Walk dog (in the rain of course). I decide to make dinner. Leftovers, but as I heat it up on the stove I burn my arm reaching for the salt.
I'm not sure what I've done recently, but I'm sorry karma. I'm really really REALLY sorry. Please make tomorrow better.
Now I'm going to have a nice cup of mint tea, wrap some presents and take it easy...
Sorry for venting, but I really needed to get that out.
Hopefully everyone's day was much, much better than mine.
Oh, and I will never put yogurt in my handbag EVER again.