It never fails. Anytime Im behind the 8-Ball, things just have a way of screwing up so I get slowed down. To a standstill.
Went to a lovely holiday party at the home of the director of the US office of one of the largest apparel makers in the world on Friday night. Sparkling and lavish. I ended up eating, drinking, and feeling very merry. I decided to leave kinda early, even though the invitations said the happy hour was from 5:00 to 8:00, I realized that it was already 10:00! So many people were still there, but I had lots to do on Saturday.
So I hopped in the car, and whizzed down the street only to discover flashing lights in my rear view mirror! I pulled over to some pissed off cop with seemingly some kind of angry stick up his butt. Damn, was he grumpy. Clocked me doing 55 in a 35. Who knew the speed limit there was 35? I really didnt. There was no need to argue. He was obviously in as big a hurry as I was. Luckily, he was in such a hurry, he forgot to check out how buzzed I was! Im not proud, Im just sayin .
Worked out Saturday morning at a new gym. I like it! I will be going back this Saturday. Ive noticed the beer and breadsticks creeping up on my ass for weeks now, and its high time I do something about it besides whine about it here. Still trying to keep up with the workouts during the week. Those are sometimes hard with the way Ive been working late recently. I just need to keep the promises I make to myself. They should be just as important to the ones I make to others. Okay, almost.
Went into work on Saturday afternoon. Of course, I didnt accomplish as much as Id set out to do. Packed a bunch of stuff in a rolling suitcase to take home and work on in the comfort of my own space. Big mistake. I should know better than to do that. My own space should be for relaxing. Theres nothing more stressful than a big suitcase full of work just sitting there staring at you while you sit at your computer reading notes from potential suitors on the personal ad site.
More on that later
Felt very antisocial, so I stayed home on Saturday night. Im sure it was the biggest holiday party night of the year, but oh well. Bah humbug.
Sunday. Woke up feeling like I had the world by the tail! Got all my laundry together, wrote my list of ingredients needed for my Christmas cards, got my Target shopping list together, and also my grocery list. Can you say, out of everything? Walked outside to a dreary, dismal, rainy day and pulled the door shut and then realized Id left my keys inside. Damn! Locked my sorry butt out!! By that time it was pouring, and I had no place to go! My car keys were inside attached to the house key! Luckily, I had my cell phone. I called the three people who have copies of my key (but not before trying to pick the lock with a paper clip I was actually relieved that I couldnt get in using that method):
1.Landlord. Nowhere to be found. He lives two houses down, so I even knocked on his door. Nothing.
2.Becca. She doesnt wake up until the crack of noon. It was around 11. Of course, she didnt answer.
3.Parentals. They immediately dropped everything that they were doing, got in the car to drive the hour and a half to my place to rescue their damsel-in-distressed daughter. How I love them so! Could anyone have better parents? I dont think so.
While waiting for them, I walked two blocks to Starbucks. Grabbed a paper and a nonfat latte and fumed over the fact that I was wasting precious time. There was a suitcase just sitting there in my locked up apartment that probably wouldnt get touched. Laundry in the back of my car. Shopping lists with thousands of items to cross off. Oh well, I told myself. Drink your damn latte and thank your lucky stars that you have parents willing to drop everything to take care of your flub-ups.
As soon as they made it, I finally settled down and took them to lunch at a really sweet diner that we discovered just driving down the street. Then we went back to my locked-up apartment, and mom wanted to go shopping with me at the art supply store while dad stayed at my place and watched football. Actually had a really nice day considering.
After they left, I didnt tackle anything I needed to. I barely scratched the surface of my work. Barely started the cards. Didnt do my laundry, and because I didnt go to the grocery store I didnt have anything to eat. I ended up ordering a pizza! Great. Landlord finally came knocking on my door six hours after the fact. Told me to make a copy of my key and hide it somewhere. What a brilliant idea!
But for some reason, a sense of calm washed over me at work yesterday. Mondays usually turn me into a spazmoid. I find spazmoidism extremely counterproductive. I had meetings all day, and I couldnt get my clerical assistant to do anything. But for the most part I was fine. Im trying to start my vacation on Thursday. Im 99% sure that Im not going to be able to take Thursday off. But I know that Im taking Friday off regardless. Thats just how its going to be.
Fine.
Oops. I need to run for now. Im dying to write about the personal ad stuff! Im meeting someone Wednesday night! Guess Ill have to save it for later.
With that .Im off!
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