It all began with the car. Like every other weekday morning of my adult life, I went to my car with the expectation that it would transport me to work. Maybe that was where I went wrong. I had an expectation. I turned the key in the ignition, and instead of the roar of the engine I heard the most horrific noise coming from the vicinity of the dash. The dash lights began to flash belligerently at me, I looked around frantically as if the means of making it all stop might materialize in the passenger seat. Finally, the charging icon lit up, and the performance ended. I turned off the car and took the next logical step. I started it back up again and drove to the nearest repair shop, calling the office as an afterthought to let them know I would be a little late.
My assistant was nice enough to come and pick me up from the repair shop and drive me into the office. To show my appreciation, I insisted that she make a detour through the McDonald’s drive through for coffee. My treat, of course. Once we were both armed with the largest drink cups McDonald’s has to offer, we headed to work.
We managed to walk from the car to the VP suite (where we work) without incident, but then I tripped. Over what, I don’t know, probably my own feet. The drink in my hand went airborne, landing with a spectacular splash on the carpet just in front of the receptionist’s desk. And then the shrieking began. “It’s going to stain!” the receptionist screeched. I dashed for the break room and grabbed a couple of rolls of paper towels to try to sop up the mess before it did stain. It took both rolls.
I finally made it to my desk, where I sat down and took a deep breath, determined not to let the morning’s eventful start set the tone for the rest of my day. No sooner had I exhaled that first deep breath than my phone rang. The recently stored fall decorations had crashed to the floor, shattering the ceramic pumpkins. One of the student interns brought me a few samples of said pumpkins, as proof of the accident, I suppose. I picked one up to examine it, and wouldn’t you know it? I sliced my finger right open! Ok, first priority, find a first aid kit. I know we have one, and as the director of operations, you would think I would know where to find it. After ten minutes of searching, I finally found the kit, which contained a box of Scooby doo band aids. Really? Scooby doo? In an office? Fine, whatever. I cleaned up my finger and donned my Scooby doo band-aid (which clashed horribly with my outfit) and headed back to my desk.
I took my seat and tried some deep breathing exercises. Somewhat calmer, I reached for my coffee mug (which someone had thoughtfully put on my desk to replace the drink I spilled all over the office). I missed my mark by just a fraction of an inch. Unfortunately, a fraction of an inch was all it took to knock the mug over, causing a flood of coffee all the way across my desk and its contents. Luckily, I had a spare roll of paper towels left over from the earlier incident! I cleaned it all up as best I could, failing to see the humor when my assistant offered to order me a sippy cup, and decided that deep breathing wasn’t going to cut it. I needed to go home and start this day over. REALLY. But wait! My car is in the shop! How could I forget?
I called my boyfriend for a little moral support, reaching for a much needed happy pill that I keep stashed in my drawer. But wait! I took those home, they are sitting at home in my medicine cabinet, blissfully unaware of my inner turmoil! Boyfriend picks up the phone and tells me that I need to relax and “sit criss cross apple sauce” for the rest of the day. I have no idea what that means, so I told him I would rather go home and try again. Assistant offered to call me a cab. I think she thought I should go home, too, probably before I set the office on fire. I looked up from my desk to see every other person in the office doubled over with gales of laughter over my lack of finesse. Whatever. It’s not that funny. Ok, yes it is, I am just not willing to admit it yet.
A little while later, the repair shop calls to tell me that my car is fixed. They had to replace the alternator, because if it were an easy or inexpensive repair it wouldn’t fit with my day, now would it? I went to pick up my car and paid for the alternator that I bought myself for Christmas (I didn’t really want that pair of Jimmy Choo’s, anyway).
I made it home without issue, and this gave me a little hope. Maybe there was hope for this day yet! Hope is a dangerous thing some days. Today is one of those days. With my new-found optimism, I decided I would put up some Christmas decorations, since I had the rest of the day free! How can you not be happy putting up Christmas decorations? The Christmas village looks really great on top of the cabinets in the kitchen….I’ll just grab this kitchen chair to give me a boost….without warning, the chair buckled and broke into about half a dozen pieces, which I crashed down on top of.
I am now sitting firmly in the middle of a well padded couch holding a grown up OJ (in a plastic cup….but not a sippy cup. Why tempt fate anymore today?). I must find my happy place. Ohm.
**This was not an account of my day, but that of a friend.