Do you ever have days that you feel like laying your head on your desk and balling? Yeah- that's today.
As I write this, I think, what's the point? Nobody really cares or wants to read this anyway. Probably true. So fine! I'm writing this for me.
I HATE awkward conversations, and I hate it even more when someone takes it upon themselves to belittle you, talk down to you, and make rude comments. That's pretty much how my day started.
Luckily, I am in a position to go visit clients, and also pretty luckily it was getting close to my 11:00 AM appointment. So, I buckle up, turn on some music, and off I go. Until I'm dead stopped on 44, less than a mile from the exit I need. I was there for 40 + minutes, which of course made me extremely late. I watched as people got out of their vehicle and stood with their hands on their hips in frustration. I watched the chopper fly off, and I said a prayer for whomever may have been hurt.
Pretty soon, the van door of the person in front of me opens, and out comes this adorable little doggy. Not on a leash. On the side of the road, with east bound traffic moving like normal. My stomach was in knots, just hoping and praying this little innocent animal doesn't lose his life in front of me, and I'm simultaneously pretty irritated with his owner. I mean, who does that?! What an idiot! Ugh! Thank God he went back into his van fairly quickly.
After some time, traffic opens up, and I begin my journey again.... Got to visit my client, which was pleasant! I thought yay, this day is getting better! It's going to improve!
I just bought a new car, and along with it comes lifetime free car washes. So next, I went to go get one, and the garage door is down, and the "out of order" sign posted. So, I find another one down the road, go inside, pay my $7, and head around back to enter. Big lit up "open" sign. I Pull up to enter my wash code, and the digital screen has a scrolling "car wash closed" sign. By this point, I'm like REALLY? And I audibly say out loud "Jesus please help me today." I pull back around, get my refund and off I go, again. Finally, at the 3rd stop, get my car washed. Mediocre, but- none the less, washed.
On to my next couple of clients, and then to lunch with my dear husband. He takes me to a restaurant I've never been before. We go in, order, and some 30 mins later get my hot wings and fries. I mean- how could you mess up a few wings? Yeah. I love hot stuff! These babies, though? They were unbearable. I'm fairly sure that this sauce was creamy ground habaneros, and my mouth is on FIRE ! By this point, I'm ready to either cry, or punch something and I'm not sure which is the better option.
The whole time, I'm feeling guilty for feeling like a spoiled rotten brat. At least I'm not the guy in that helicopter, and at least we could afford to eat. Some can't.
None the less, I'm over it today, and it's now 2:40. Pray for me, guys- pray for me. I'm still hungry, and I still have the rest of the day. And I know I'm not the only one who feels like this sometimes!
