Wow, today was one of those days when I sort of wished I could just lounge around and slowly drink beer OR eat chocolate all day until I was blotto or in a sugar coma.
The whole day was a series of unfortunate events.
I have never had a good sense of direction. Today, that was proven once again, much to my embarrassment.
I am now working in a large office complex, the Atlanta Financial Center. The first time I ever went there, I was nearly in tears by the time I found a parking spot in the labyrinth of a parking garage. Now, after nearly two weeks, I almost have the parking garage figured out. I almost never forget which level I've parked on.
The cafeteria, however, had me stumped today. First, you have to hike 3 miles to get to the right building. You walk in, and you have to either go down this steep winding staircase to the floor where the food is, or take the elevator down. I hate winding carpeted stairs so I opted for the elevator. I get on there, and the buttons are totally confusing. There is the 1st floor, the Main floor, and "T." What? HUH?!
Men get on, punch buttons, and the vator moves, with me still standing there blinking in confusion.
I got off on M - wrong floor. I got back on the vator and tried to go to T - elevator wouldn't go. I went back to 1. Nope, that's where I had started. More guys get on there. I finally got 11 floors up and was alone. A cute guy got on the elevator. By then I was sort of slumped over in the back, wondering how to not further embarrass myself. Finally I just thought WTF whatever and just took the bull by the horns, so to speak.
"What floor is the main floor?" I asked Mr. Cutie Pie. "The one with the food?!"
"Oh that would be "T" of course," said Cutie. "
"Sure. What does that stand for, Too Confusing?" I snapped.
We got off the elevator and he walked quickly away from me.I thought to myself, I am old and fat and hungry and CRANKY, and I don't CARE how I sound.
I got my food and spent what was left of my lunch half hour reading Fall of Giants, by Ken Follett, which is about Europe during World War I. It's a very good book. After the hideous elevator humiliation, a world war seemed almost soothing.
I come home after work, and I get a notice in the bank saying my paycheck didn't go through. In a panic, I checked my bank account. Yup, automatic overdraft protection saved the day and I forgot to figure out why when I got the email about it a few days ago. I overdraw my bank account fairly often because I am such an idiot with money. However, a returned paycheck?! It boggled my mind. I've never had such an issue. I called my boss. He checked his records. His bank shows the check being honored. So he's out the money, and Wells Fargo says they never got it. So WHERE is it?!? And how dare they charge ME a service fee, when all I did was deposit a check! Grrr....
God is looking out for me, though. My tenant who rents my condo paid his rent a week early, praise God. So my bank account is not as barren as it would seem. However, it's going to take 5 business days and lord knows what all to prove that Wells Fargo has totally screwed up my bank account.
Then I wait and wait for Michael to get homework done so I can help him find a news article and summarize it for his childcare class. He hates doing it. Every week, I try and teach him how to quickly and easily summarize information. It's like breathing, to me. Torture, to him.
Finally, I look at the clock and realize my delicious dinner I had planned will not happe, because it's nearly 7:30!
I gave mother a salad and grilled cheese. Mike and I had hotdogs and split an apple and string cheese. I made him eat a green pepper, which he dipped in Ranch dressing and happily munched.I had leftover squash.
Eventually the day settled down.
One happy note - I got in my copies of The Divinity of Dogs. My story is on page 57! They used a photo of Coco that Michael took, and he got a photo credit. Yay!
Right before bed I caught Michael doing some little dance moves - too cute. I had to show him the legendary James Brown - an Augusta native, like myself. Mike can't do all James' moves, but he enjoyed seeing this clip:
If you are in a bad mood, I suggest you watch this video. The man was a dancing machine long before Michael Jackson ever drew breath.In fact, Michael [Jackson]clearly copied some of his moves.
They are dancing in heaven now.
I told my Michael not to try the splits because I DO want grandchildren one day.
