I don't know where it all went wrong, except that it started out as a Monday, and that's just asking for a reason to make it a bad day!
In fact, its the Monday after my Birthday which was absolutely lovely and amazing and short. Just one day?? I think birthday week should be an automatic thing after you reach 40, cause really, its a pretty awesome accomplishment!
So back to the day that started out.. and ended like a Monday. I get to work, at my normal time to have people waiting outside my door... wanting stuff.. unscheduled stuff that interfered with my normal "get in get settled and tackle the day time." That is vital to my functioning!! AArrgghhh
So I patiently help the first guy, then the next girl then the next guy.. which WAS scheduled, but which I was not prepared for because.. I was preoccupied and otherwise busy with #1 and #2 customer as previously stated.. Anyway... The only good thing at this point is that customer #3 has a major crush on me, and since I'm his property manager.. its not exactly appropriate for him to "technically" hit on me. And more importantly ... I am a happily married woman, and not at all interested in him romantically; however.. its kinda fun to know that I can still make a guy stammer and stutter in my presence. :) After all, I did just have my birthday.. and yes; maybe I'm feeling a little bit of a mid life crisis mood coming on; not really... but kinda.
Of course as soon as my husband gets home; its on! Yes! Mama needs some love and there's only one big guy for me and that's not Mr. GQ G Street, but I have to admit... its kind of fun being "not" hit on by a considerably younger guy, I know.. its purely an ego thing.. and today.. I'm not that girl that is "above" all that, it happens... my human side comes out every so often.
And the mornings off... with plenty of hitches... Yay! In the moments I take in the bathroom; you know doing what a girl does.. I do have to admire that I have dressed so very smartly in business slacks; jacket while mixing in a flirty color ensemble of bright pink and baby blue, and I'm feeling pretty great... until I look at my face in the mirror and notice that the 20... no 30 minute zit and blackhead squeezing session I had last night is showing up on my face and I'm feeling self conscious about it! AArrggghhhh!! I have a walk through inspection with an owner, I have never met, and I was really trying to make a good impression... of course I smiled and told myself to completely leave all judgments of this woman and what she might be like and what she might think of me at the door. It is my best shot of really making a good impression; no inadvertent negative emotional energy coming out of me... just breathe... whew.. that was close. Now if she just looks at my eyes.. not my face!... it went good, I think the positive pep talk worked. Oh of course, I hope she is able to overlook the fact that I drove my big gnarly truck into the garbage cans at her property while trying to get out of a no parking zone to avoid the probable ticket that would have happened.. oh boy... then the phone call from the lovely owner, informing me that I left the property keys inside the 2nd rental unit; but now I'm already on my way back up the hill.. and really not wanting to face her again! Did I already mention my smart jacket ensemble....?? yes?
< This is me.. all jacked up on enlightenment overload.. and realizing I am just a girl with leftover birthday pie at home.. calling my name. >
Back to the office, just in time to pick up the messages, gather my stuff, and cruise off to deliver furniture to my adult kiddos who are just starting out and penniless but 2nd hand furniture rich.. thanks to me, their loving, giving, caring Mom who picks up living room chairs and tosses them into the truck in a single bound. I really did that.. it was impressive, I might add.
Its upon my drive back home, when I'm realizing that the mouse on my computer is totally messing with my tendinitis in my mouse hand and my office chair is completely jacking up my sciatica, oh yes but this is after I find out that my child support check that is supposed to be automatically deposited by the 20th has yet to arrive and my account is almost bouncing, so I run to the bank on my way to delivering furniture to rescue my account with my saved up money that I was planning on buying my amazingly studly husband a birthday gift.. his birthday is 2 weeks after mine and I'm still so blown away by the lovely gift he gave me... and was so looking forward to getting something for him as equally impressive... sigh.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear Alicia Keys song lyrics.. "this girl is on fire!"
I think the fire just petered oout.. Oh yes, the days not over, on my way home, my boss texts me a reminder for the 1/2 day seminar coming up that I have to attend, no exceptions AND my maintenance guy just informed me that "yes, it would be best for me to do the move out walk thru inspection of our latest property to come up for rent". Yippee! Of course I would be glad to... I have so much time on my hands.. really. I'll just do it tomorrow on my way to serving the 3 day pay or vacate notice.. and the 30 day move out notice on my way to the property showing, which just happens to be 30 miles in the opposite direction.
I just figure its all going to be okay, I'm almost home, AND the traffic is moving right along... I remember that I just ran out of my meds and attempting to salvage this day from the depths of Hell, I figure I'll just drop it off at the pharmacy tonight, so I can pick it up in the morning on my way to work. Of course, just as I am busy patting myself on the back for such foresight the lovely lady at the pharmacy tells me they are all out of that particular medication and I'll have to go somewhere else. yippee.
Oh well, screw it, I'm done.. I pull in the driveway just in time for my son to be taking his girlfriend home, which I might add, is against the rules for him to be here alone with his girlfriend; and I ask him if he has fed the dogs in which he informs me he has not. So I bark at him to get back there and get them fed! As I'm gathering my stuff, readying myself to plop down in my chair... my son informs me we are out of dog food. #@WQ%$#T% yes .. I just said that.
Is it really any wonder why the first destructive thing I do is go for round 2 of the face picking??? Disgusted I figure there's really only one thing to do. Finish off that pie... after all... its my party... pity or otherwise.. my puppies.. Kujo and Missy really like pie... they can come to my party.
Tomorrow will be better... simply because it is Tuesday, I love Tuesdays... almost as much as I love pie.
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