Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Have you ever had one of those days where you didn't just feel like you were one fry short of a happy meal, you really were? That was today for me. Here's how it went.

Got my clothes for the week (i hope) ironed Sunday night (really - how productive of me!), so all i had to do was throw something on and good to go... but no, some kind of trouble is going to erupt no matter what... this a.m. i realized i hadn't ordered another month of those daily meds. So, rather than a clothing indecision, i'm running around trying to figure out whether to get a free sample from the doc or should i pay a small fortune for an overnight delivery. Really, morning decisions never go well for me. then....

i'm sitting in my car at a light on NW Hwy, probably singing my brains out and i notice this disembodied head bobbing in my rear-view window and i'm startled - like i jump. Really, jumpy startled by a guy on his motorcycle. It's like i saw everything disjointed and was surprised to learn they fit together to make a motorcycle dude. So then i'm thinking, wow, psychedelic. Could it be the green tea i was chugging? (Maybe i should lay off the silly vampires & Sookie books) then...

Work happens. The kind where you're emailing first thing in the morning (cuz somehow that's when the worm hole opens and sucks you into emails that you just have to answer now, when they've been waiting all night - can't stop for a tea refill or a "Good morning" to your colleagues?) and stop in the middle of an email to do something else and realize at 4 p.m., when you're supposed to be off to a meeting, that you didn't finish the email and really need to send it off. Or you're trying to explain a very important change request (that no one seems to understand, including yourself - which is likely why it's still open after all this time) to your project team via conference call, and all they want to argue about is history. then...

i finally make it home after a really long commute and decide to eat out with Hubbie, but so tired just don't want to go out. Food is priority though, so i find the strength *guffaw*, change clothes (The fat girl jeans, ladies. Seems i've gained 5 pounds on the way home.) and we head to Chili's where i polish off a veggie burger, fries, Hubbie's tasty corn on the cob, and my weight in chips and salsa. so...

pms... that's all i can say. may your pms be less effective than mine this month...

1 comment:

Dana said...

Bonnie, you crack me up!! I miss working with you!!!! :) and by the way, I'm right there with you regarding the vampire books. I'm addicted.