Ok, I'm surely gonna lose some cool points for this one (as though I had any to begin with!). I had one of "THOSE" days today...you know those days, the ones where every imaginable thing that can go wrong, can and will? Yup, one of those.
So I start this job TWO days ago. It's great! Total career change. I'm a recruiter for a medical staffing company...very interesting, challenging, exciting...I think I'm gonna love it. Anyhoo, day two and it's going along swimmingly. The husband informs me he needs a ride to the airport, at 11am. I ask my great new boss if I can take my lunch hour a bit early to take him. Sure, she says. No problem, right? Uh, huh. On my way back to the office, I get caught in traffic, so I have about 20 minutes to get back in what should take 35 minutes. I realize I haven't eaten...at all. No breakfast, nada. Me, without sustenance? Not pretty. Cranky, listless...foul, I tell you. So I see a KFC (my only option at this point...there goes the health food kick). Getting out was a bitc...you get the point. I sat there for another 7-8 minutes waiting for some kind soul to let me across THREE lanes of traffic. I don't make it. I have to go up, U-turn (illegally) and high tail it to be only a few minutes late. Here's where I lose it. One word: construction. In the hour I've been gone, they have closed down both accessible ways to the office. After much cussing, fist slamming and inhaling my "lunch", I arrive....fifteen minutes late. Thank God the boss was at lunch at didn't know, but I fear one of my sales competitors will rat me out. I'll let you know Monday.
On my way home (through the f-ing construction), I think I'm home free. I'm already tasting the alcoholic beverages I'll be consuming. WHAT?! Blue and red lights flashing in my rear-view. F#@%!!!!!! Do you know why I pulled you over, he asks? Yes, my tags are expired AND I have a taillight out AND I can't find my insurance card (in my defense, I've NEVER had a ticket). The kind officer lets me off with an only $75 ticket...according to him, coulda been upwards of $1000. Thanks for the info, pig.
Still, I'm not phased. I'm going to have margaritas and a movie with a friend, I'm ok. At least that's what I'm chanting the whole way home. I make it, still smiling. I get in, get my doggy, leash him up and walk out the door. And then, it hits me. No...no, no, no, no!!! PLEASE, no. I turn the handle and sure enough, I've locked myself out. The on-site building supervisor is not home OR answering his phone, my husband's on a plane and I, well, I am screwed. I have to laugh. I do, until it becomes so hysterical that I begin to snort. My dog, a pug, thinks I'm having a conversation with him and becomes even more hyped-up than usual. What's a girl to do? Again, the silver lining is, I had my phone...not my KEYS, but my phone. I call Pop- A- Lock. Great service, it is. But AN HOUR later, a fat, sweaty guy gets in my apartment in literally thirty seconds and I'm 60 bucks in the hole for his "service". He then has the nerve to remind me I am welcome to add gratuity. Gratuity?? For what? You've already robbed me blind! But, I am grateful to be out of the blazing heat.
So, while due to my own stupidity, did these things ALL have to happen to me TODAY?? Of course they did, because that's my luck...or lack thereof! I think that's why I have a thing for ladybugs. German tradition says they mean good luck. Lord knows I need all the help I can get! I'm determined to avoid black cats, find a four leaf clover...you get the point. But I somehow manage to smile through the mess. There's a bajillion things I hate about me but I'm grateful for that aspect of my personality. I really think I'd have lost it by now if I couldn't find the proverbial silver lining. Sheesh...
So I start this job TWO days ago. It's great! Total career change. I'm a recruiter for a medical staffing company...very interesting, challenging, exciting...I think I'm gonna love it. Anyhoo, day two and it's going along swimmingly. The husband informs me he needs a ride to the airport, at 11am. I ask my great new boss if I can take my lunch hour a bit early to take him. Sure, she says. No problem, right? Uh, huh. On my way back to the office, I get caught in traffic, so I have about 20 minutes to get back in what should take 35 minutes. I realize I haven't eaten...at all. No breakfast, nada. Me, without sustenance? Not pretty. Cranky, listless...foul, I tell you. So I see a KFC (my only option at this point...there goes the health food kick). Getting out was a bitc...you get the point. I sat there for another 7-8 minutes waiting for some kind soul to let me across THREE lanes of traffic. I don't make it. I have to go up, U-turn (illegally) and high tail it to be only a few minutes late. Here's where I lose it. One word: construction. In the hour I've been gone, they have closed down both accessible ways to the office. After much cussing, fist slamming and inhaling my "lunch", I arrive....fifteen minutes late. Thank God the boss was at lunch at didn't know, but I fear one of my sales competitors will rat me out. I'll let you know Monday.
On my way home (through the f-ing construction), I think I'm home free. I'm already tasting the alcoholic beverages I'll be consuming. WHAT?! Blue and red lights flashing in my rear-view. F#@%!!!!!! Do you know why I pulled you over, he asks? Yes, my tags are expired AND I have a taillight out AND I can't find my insurance card (in my defense, I've NEVER had a ticket). The kind officer lets me off with an only $75 ticket...according to him, coulda been upwards of $1000. Thanks for the info, pig.
Still, I'm not phased. I'm going to have margaritas and a movie with a friend, I'm ok. At least that's what I'm chanting the whole way home. I make it, still smiling. I get in, get my doggy, leash him up and walk out the door. And then, it hits me. No...no, no, no, no!!! PLEASE, no. I turn the handle and sure enough, I've locked myself out. The on-site building supervisor is not home OR answering his phone, my husband's on a plane and I, well, I am screwed. I have to laugh. I do, until it becomes so hysterical that I begin to snort. My dog, a pug, thinks I'm having a conversation with him and becomes even more hyped-up than usual. What's a girl to do? Again, the silver lining is, I had my phone...not my KEYS, but my phone. I call Pop- A- Lock. Great service, it is. But AN HOUR later, a fat, sweaty guy gets in my apartment in literally thirty seconds and I'm 60 bucks in the hole for his "service". He then has the nerve to remind me I am welcome to add gratuity. Gratuity?? For what? You've already robbed me blind! But, I am grateful to be out of the blazing heat.
So, while due to my own stupidity, did these things ALL have to happen to me TODAY?? Of course they did, because that's my luck...or lack thereof! I think that's why I have a thing for ladybugs. German tradition says they mean good luck. Lord knows I need all the help I can get! I'm determined to avoid black cats, find a four leaf clover...you get the point. But I somehow manage to smile through the mess. There's a bajillion things I hate about me but I'm grateful for that aspect of my personality. I really think I'd have lost it by now if I couldn't find the proverbial silver lining. Sheesh...
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Yikes! I have periods of time like this when change happens... like living in a new place, or having a new job, etc. You're not into your routine yet, and I believe that's the reason why you locked yourself out! No worries sweetie, so glad you can laugh about it because I totally know how you feel! :-) Love ya!
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