I feel like I should share how bad my day was yesterday. Not
that I’m ready to laugh about it yet, it’s almost comical how everything that could
go wrong, did.
It started off bad from the night before. I worked until 8
and had to park super far away from the house, which if you can imagine, is not
great when trying to get a 2.5 year old and 5 month old loaded in the car. Of course,
once I walked up to my door, the guy parked right in front of my house drove
off.
The next morning, yesterday, was extra cold, like windows
frosted over, get your ice scraper out, cold. Of course, I didn’t notice this
until I was ready to leave the house to get my car to move it closer to the
house. So I get to my car, realize I need an ice scraper. Problem is, I haven’t
had to use an ice scraper in many, many months. So I look around in my truck.
No ice scraper. I drive blindly(ish) to my door and run upstairs, wake Tim and
find my big truck ice scraper. I ignore the note that has been placed on the
door as my reminder…
Get the kids loaded up and pull up to daycare...
(Oh, and let me not forget that I had ran out of coffee
pods. Which meant, no artificial energy… okay, back to my story.)
...I reach over to grab Lake ’s
milk. Then it hits me. I forgot his milk and diapers, which was the reminder on
the door as daycare had run out. I contemplated just dropping them off and
letting daycare figure it out, but decided not to make my problem their
problem. After all, I had to leave some of Lake ’s
breast milk at work, due to working late the night before, so I had to stay up
later and pump so he could have enough milk for the next day, which I LEFT AT
HOME. Aggg.
So, I put my seatbelt back on, make a u-turn and as
Kaydriana starts crying because she doesn’t understand why we’re leaving, I
start crying. I slept horribly (which is nothing new), still hadn’t had my
coffee and now I was going to be late for work, which meant I would have to
park offsite again.
When I got to work, I check my bank account to find a charge
on my account from JustFab, which is a shoe website advertized on tv. Their commercial
finally convinced me to try it out while I was on maternity leave. I thought I had
done a good job reading the fine print. Uh uh. When I called their customer
service to ask about this charge, they say that while there are no membership
fees (which I recall reading) they do charge my account $39.95 each month which
creates a credit on my account to use at anytime. So when I tell the lady, who
was clearly reading through a “fabulous” script, that I want to cancel this and
I want my account to be credited, she tells me she couldn’t do that. I asked
again and she said that while she can cancel my account, the credit would
remain and I can use it at anytime. So basically, I’m forced to buy a pair of
shoes. Now if this was for face cream or something, I might have escalated and
gone to management. But lets face it, I’ll end up using that credit at some
point. But I definitely feel stupid being suckered, considering I manage a .com
business….
I had planned on getting my car from the park during lunch
so that I could go to the store and buy more coffee. So I run over to the
building across the street in my heels and catch the shuttle. As the driver is
pulling away I let her know that I need to be dropped off at the park. She
tells me they don’t go there. I told her that I had been dropped off on
Tuesday, she said they aren’t supposed to and she can drop me off at her last
stop, which is approximately .5 mile or so to walk to my car. As the
realization came to me that I was wearing heals and it was freezing cold
outside, I told her, “I wasn’t really prepared to have to walk as I’m in heels
and it’s cold outside.” She flat out ignores me!
So as I typically do when I’m mad, I start crying. But there
is a bus full of people so I’m trying not to lose it. I get off at the last
stop, and I start bawling. Like audibly crying. Down the street. Through the
mud. With no tissue.
I get to my truck, cry a bunch more, then drive to the store
to get my coffee. I get to the coffee aisle, and start looking for my coupon
that I had clipped two nights before, which I knew I had put in my purse. I
can’t find it anywhere. Of course, cuz why should anything go the way I want.
However, I get back in my car, go to put my cash back into my wallet. And the
stupid coupon is sitting right there!!!
Get back to work and I head to the bathroom so that I can do
something with my face. When I realize that there is no way that I can not look
like I had been crying, I grab my purse to walk out. Something had fallen out.
And it doesn’t just fall out. It floats under the counter. So I have to get all
the way down and almost crawl to get the paper that fell. I grab it, crumple it
as I curse it, and shove it back in my purse.
So while I realize that nothing was, “end of the world” bad,
my ability to handle these stupid things was non- existent. But I feel typing this
out and sharing with others is very therapeutic! :)
Skip to today, where it started off fantastically, because
last night, after reading my gripes on facebook, an ex employee of mine offered
to let me have her employee of the month parking spot for the rest of the
month. I didn’t have to stress trying to leave my house extra early and it just
went smoothly all day. I also got to have lunch with my sister and nephew. And,
I got to have my coffee too!
