Did you ever have one of those days, where no matter how hard you tried to be positive, the negative tries to drag you down?
It was really cool here yesterday morning with the weather person predicting it would become more hot and humid as the day wore on.
Rather than turn the air on at 8:00 am while it was cool, I turned the whole house fan on, opened a couple of windows and gave my mother explicit instructions.
ME: After you’ve finished your laundry Cinderella, before you head back down to your dungeon, shut the window and the two doors, and shut off the whole house fan. You can turn the air conditioning on as you head down stairs.
Now repeat it to me.
MOTHER: Yes, Queen Mother, shut the back door, the sliding door, the window by the pool table as well as the whole house fan and turn the air conditioning on.
She repeated that to me three times.
Okay, you got me. I did not really call her Cinderella, and she definitely does not call me Queen Mother.
(She may call me a mutha, I wouldn’t put it past her, but she wouldn’t dare say it to my face.)
Sounds like a fine start to the day, no?
I work for an engineering firm, the office we work from is in the basement of a building. I don’t know what type of business existed here before us, but there isn’t one damn closet in the whole place. After much
whining and crying negotiating on my part, I finally managed to procure some storage and filing cabinets. Still we’re an engineering firm, we produce a lot of paper, much of it is rolled up plans.
Which have nowhere to go.
I have the ‘eh’ attitude where I just pile it up. Really if you insist upon saving every scrap of paper (which my boss does) don’t look to me to find somewhere to
stuff file it.
We had three hours notice that our biggest client was coming in. Naturally my boss turns into what I fondly refer to as “Captain Chaos.”
Trust me, it fits.
The otherwise peaceful day has now turned into what can only be construed as aggravating, still I manage to get through it.
As I’m getting ready to leave to drop my co-worker off to his car, I remember we are having some trees cut down today, and the crew will be starting first thing in the morning.
I need to move the survey truck.
I go into my desk drawer where the keys are kept and nothing.
No keys. One of my co-workers must have used the keys and not returned them.
She’s on vacation this week and her desk is locked.
I frantically dig through my desk as well as the office safe looking for the spare keys and eventually find them. I move the truck, we hop in the car and I run my co-worker out to his car. Then I have to stop at Fed-EX to drop off the plans that are going out to a contractor.
The damn thing weighed 17 pounds and I hurt my shoulder as I muscled them to the Fed-Ex box.
Finally, I am on my way home.
As I stopped to get the mail on my way in, I looked up at the house and noticed
Cinderella mom had forgotten to close the sliding door to the small porch over-looking the driveway.
What the hell I thought, she thinks I can afford to cool all outdoors? (It sounds like something a mother would say, right?)
The dogs heard me pull in and rushed to door to greet me.
I pulled into the yard and saw the dogs faces at the window.
You know how sometimes things happen so fast that you sort of see it coming, but not really?
Apparently the neighbor’s cat was kind enough to come over and hunt chipmunks. Thank you neighbor’s cat, we do appreciate your help!
Poor neighbor’s cat is afraid of cars.
The cat ran across the front lawn to escape the car.
As the cat crossed the front lawn in search of greener, car-less pastures.
Delilah’s head went through the screen door.