Mood: Relaxed...today. Yesterday. crawl-under-the-bed
Yesterday was one of "those" days. You know, the kind that starts out relatively normal but one teeny thing goes wrong and then that leads to another thing and pretty soon your day has snowballed into a Raging Shitstorm of Destruction. Yeah, that was Tuesday.
I had ambitious plans to get up and out the door relatively early, and that plan was going well. I thought that while I finished getting ready I would sync my Blackberry with my laptop to update some new song that had been downloaded there. Oh no, the Technology Gods would have none of that! First I had to download an update application for my Blackberry. Seemed like a harmless enough task; except that it took forever and sort of froze up. When all was said and done, my Blackberry had been stripped of all the contents of my brain: all my calendar appointments, all my contacts, all my lists, everything. For a moment I forgot how to preform the simple task of breathing.
In with the good air, out with the bad.
I managed to head down the road in my car, still in a bit of a daze (and operating heavy machinery, good one!) but I figured I could manage to restore most of the information from pieces here and there. Onward to Edmonton. Some work things to do and then pick up my DHL mail, where I was expecting an exciting package with catalogues and fun.
But no package!?
I'm sure my level of disappointment would have been more proportional to the actual event if the sun had been shining and I had joy in my soul ... and the stars were aligned properly with Jupiter. But on this Tuesday, the Tuesday From Hell, a large cinder block was placed firmly on my heart. Oh yeah, that statement sounds terribly over dramatic (and it is) but that's just how overly dramatic I felt.
One stop at Walmart for catfood and I can be on my way; back to the safe cocoon of Under My Bed. No major apocalypse in WallyWorld, but just the teeniest of things annoyed me. I wanted to flip off every person who dared to step into the aisle in front of me. If it wasn't for the cute baby in the long line up in front of me, I think I would've been headlining on the evening news.
Let's roll this car northbound and just escape to the sanity of home. Then the phone rings. Hubby is stopped on the side of the road somewhere in southern Alberta with antifreeze spewing everywhere. He had to hitchhike to get more antifreeze and thought he had it fixed but just as we were talking it let go again and he had to hang up quickly, before I could even get the whole story or where exactly he was. Oh, and did I mention that he's been fighting a cold for days and sounds like Walking Death?
An hour and a half later I still hadn't heard from him and he wasn't answering his phone (despite dialing his number Numerous Times). By now I am sitting in my living room sobbing because my already negative brain is wondering the worst and frankly just couldn't take any more crap. I have no idea where he is and not sure exactly what was going on. Finally he answered, out of breath, sounding worse and really frustrated. He had had to walk to a farm for more water... and didn't take his phone with him. Oh my, the expletives that still run through my brain as I type this today.
He eventually got things patched up and got rolling again but it took him quite a while. And I eventually dabbed my puffy eyes and managed to scrape up some supper (not that I was very hungry). What a completely shitty day.
Again, I'm sure the events of the day, although pretty crappy, wouldn't have been so devastating on any other day. But the Litmus Paper for this Tuesday showed that all things would be highly acidic.
I'm just glad it's Wednesday.
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