If the blog universe has it in its heart to forgive me for my month-long abandonment, I would like to re-enter blog-a-licious-land starting now. Mostly because this has been ‘one of those days’ and it’s not even noon yet. And you know what makes having ‘one of those days’ even worse? Not having anyone to vent to about it.
Woke up cursing my alarm after a night of half-sleep and rodent-filled nightmares because there are rats scratching in the walls of the apartment and they were at it right before bed last night.
Checked email to discover a reproach from my boss for being a complete screw up.
Running late at this point for lack of pep-in-my-step, but manage to get my shit together and just as I am about to leave…. “ding-dong, ding-dong”
For those of you not familiar with the double ding-dong, it is the signature ring of my 90-year-old landlord who takes 8.32 times longer to do anything than normal human beings.
So I let him in, huffing and puffing with my coat and bag over my shoulder to hint, no, more like blatantly scream “I am in a rush and I am on my way out”
Well, the nice old man comes in with an assortment of smoke detectors and re-plays the scene from last week when he came in to adjust the smoke and carbon monoxide detectors, clearly not remembering that he has done this all before.
Okay so now I’m really late, but I’ve still managed to lug some laundry with me to my car so I can stop at the laundromat later because I REALLY need to do laundry, there is no more putting it off.
^Socks with Pom Pom balls^
(i.e. i have no more underwear and i am wearing mis-matched socks, one with crimson hearts and balls attached that annoyingly hang out the top of your shoe and tap your ankles as you walk, a gift from my mom circa Valentine’s Day ‘99)
I’m walking to my car, which is parked about a 1/2 mile away, lugging my bag with computer in it, month’s worth of laundry, and 50 FL. OZ. monster bottle of detergent.
I hit my head getting in to the car, curse, and look down to discover my pant leg soaked with detergent, and curse again.
I think, okay, well I will smell soapy, but I’m already late I don’t have time to change.
Until I notice the entire side of my coat dripping with the blue detergent. I drive home, change, curse, add my jeans and coat to my laundry bag, curse again, speed to work, park, curse again, and blog.
Addendum (3:30 p.m.) – Tack on wasting money on a dryer at the laundromat because I walked home in the pouring rain and got my clothes soaked anyway, andddddd… drumroll……. 1 $55 parking ticket. No, that is not a joke. Just an uncanny bomb on my already bleak, bleak day. Also, that ups my parking ticket count to 7 since living in the city. I rule.
