What a day! Monday never fails to deliver a wallop (did I just say wallop? Am I Australian now?). Let me give you the run down on my day, hopefully you’ll find it more amusing than I did.
8:15am – While loading up my car, I accidentally unhook my garage door from the track. Ha! I know! How does this even happen? Well it’s quite easy when you have a hatch back that you are closing while the garage door is opening, and the string that unhooks it is precisely the right place when you reach up to grab the door to slam it. Know what happens next? The motor keeps on running (mocking me) while the door sits half open (mocking me). Anyway, I calmly reconnect the garage door (did I say calmly? Yeah, let’s go with that…) and head off to work. The tears in my eyes were really more from feeling like a dumbass than from being upset.
9:25am – get to work late because of said garage door malfunction. Still feeling like a dumbass.
9:30-5:00pm – work actually goes pretty smoothly, which is very uncharacteristic of a Monday. Begin to feel suspicious that the evening will make up for the day’s smoothness.
5:30pm – arrive at class. Summer school starts today. Oh joy.
6:00pm – This class is of course taught by the one teacher I cannot stand. Ok, that’s a little harsh. I’m sure she’s a lovely person in any other situation but this. But for me, sitting through her class is like fingernails on a chalkboard.
6:30pm – becoming increasingly irritated while going through the syllabus. Guess what? Campbell has decided to babysit us once again. We will be having quizzes every week to ensure that we have read the material prior to coming to class. I’m so glad I can take masters level courses that treat us like we are in the 3rd grade. Hate to say it, but if I don’t read the material, then it’s my fault that I can’t participate in the group discussion and it’s my class participation grade that will suffer. Considering how much money I’m paying them every semester I wish they would leave us the hell alone to do our own work.
7:00pm – class is over super early. Kind of excited that the evening is redeeming itself.
8:15pm – leaving Kroger and carefully steering my cart between my car and the one next to me. Precisely when I am making the critical turn that will keep the cart from hitting either car, a bug flies into my eye kamikaze-style. Really?
8:25pm – decide to listen to 90s station on the way home. N’SYNC would totally pump me up and salvage this day. What song comes on instead? “Janie’s Got a Gun”… ironically appropriate.
OH AND LET ME JUST TELL YOU. This afternoon I found a WHITE hair on my head. Not silver, not grey, WHITE. Like, Sophia from the Golden Girls WHITE. I mean really? I’m having a hard enough time with my birthday coming up, it doesn’t really help to find a WHITE hair. I totally freaked out, it’s like I’m turning into Cruella DeVille or Rogue from X-MEN! Once there is one there are always more to follow! I’m going to be 40 years old and have white hair! And it is only white halfway down the strand, and it is completely thicker than any of the other strands of hair, which means it is planning a hostile takeover of my brunette locks!
Not that I gave it much thought.
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