I don't like to tempt fate and say things like, "I don't know how this week could get worse," but seriously, week? You've sucked.
First, an unnamed co-worker got mad at me for misinterpreting my actions. I'm no saint at work. I have a tendency to be standoffish-at-best, which can be taken as meanness. I don't really think I'm mean, I just don't pretend to care about whatever everyone is complaining about. Anyway, this was not an instance of my being aloof, this was simply a misunderstanding about my intentions. My intention was to do my job, and it was taken as me preventing this co-worker from doing it. Pointedly.
At least, that's what I assume. So, that was Tuesday. And I raged out (silently and inwardly) and it ruined my day.
Then on Wednesday, a snowstorm hit at 2:30 and I got stuck in traffic for 3 and 1/2 hours when I left work at 4:00. There have been a few times in my life where I have felt powerless and simultaneously known that I was in a situation through no fault of my own, which only contributes to the powerlessness, because you can't even tell yourself that if you had only done this differently, you wouldn't be stuck now. This was one of those times. It wasn't that bad, except that I didn't use the bathroom before I left work. It could have been worse, and I realize that. It could have worked out that Emmy was stuck at daycare while I was stuck in traffic. Or, even worse, stuck in the car with me (and hungry and tired and increasingly grouchy about being stuck in her carseat). So, I'm glad it was just me. But it felt downright apocalyptic, being stuck on the streets of Nashville creeping along on a drive that normally takes less than 30 minutes.
On Thursday, everything seemed to be going fine, until I got home. I wore tall boots to prevent wet jeans from walking in snow from making me cold and miserable all day. Boots = good plan. Except that these boots had no traction. I almost slipped once, and I thought, be careful, watch your step. And then on the next step, down I went, smashing my knee on the icy concrete of my driveway.
Then later that night, I tried to get a run in, in preparation for the 5K on Saturday, and the belt kept slipping. I was so frustrated that I stopped my run after only 15 minutes or so. It took me an hour after that to find the manual online and figure out that the belt was loose and then, figure out how to tighten it, which required me to put weight on my bruised knee, which HURT (because I forgot about the bruise until the weight was on it).
And finally, today, Tom's flight for work was bumped up a day so that it coincides with his SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY. And me, being the socially inept creature that I am had no one to call about this devestation but HIM.
Phone conversation:
Me: You can't fly out on Sunday.
Him: Why?
Me: You just can't. Can you change it?
Him: No. Why can't I fly on Sunday?
Me: (bursting into tears) Because I scheduled a surprise party for you on Sunday.
Him: Well, honey, if I had known, I would have tried to change it.
Me: That's the irony. If you had known, it wouldn't be a surprise.
So, fate being what it is, I have two more days for this week to get worse. Any bets? Perhaps I can break my ankle (or freeze to death) on the run tomorrow.
Fate, I await your next move with baited breath.
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