I just had one of those days. I definitely got up on the wrong side of the bed (or at least the unfamiliar side of the bed since we just moved around our bedroom furniture).
My day started at 5:40 when I hopped out of bed to get to the pool early to avoid having to swim laps too long with the young whipper snappers that were getting to use the pool at 6:30. I had all of my things ready except for my swim cap which was hidden somewhere in the mess of stuff that we had moved and sealed up to paint.
Matt and I spent twenty groggy minutes looking for the darn thing and realized if I didn’t leave soon I would certainly have to share a lane with one of those twig-like-micheal-phelps-wanna-bes and choke on water from their obnoxiously-strong-fast strokes. So I left sans-cap and annoyed that I got up early only to be late.
I groggily biked over to the pool, jumped out of my shorts and t-shirt (in the locker room), grabbed my towel and water bottle, and headed to the pool only to find the pool door locked (this was annoying just because at this point everything was). However it wasn’t that big of a surprise because they are doing renovations at my gym and it has been locked before, so I went around to the other (farther away) door. Locked. After putting back on my shorts and t-shirt (I am not one to walk around in a swimsuit when I don’t have to), I headed back up the stairs to look at the pool through the windows and it was only half full.
That's when I realized I probably should have read that email the swim-coach-cordinator-guy sent out the week before a little more carefully instead of just reading the part that forewarned us that the young whipper snappers would be joining us in the pool at 6:30. Because as I found out later, we had been moved to a different pool all together, one that was too far to bike to and I would have been very very late at this point.
I groaned and biked back home, put on my running shoes and went on a short run. I was going to be late for work, there was no way around that, and I knew I would feel better all day if I at least got in a good run.
After the run, I headed into work and had a mediocre morning. I was annoyed and exhausted by the events of the morning and little things were more irritating than normal. But not such a big deal over all.
Then around noon I got some news that upset me (which I’m going to be selfish about and not talk about it here). Lets just say it was work related and basically something that I had been working on really really hard didn’t work out the way I had hoped. At that point I was so exhausted that I nearly cried... instead I got angry and went and had lunch with a colleague and complained about stupid things... this helped a lot! She also made some great suggestions about how to approach the problem and so I had something to focus on instead of the bad news. I was still bummed, but at least I felt like I had a little control over the situation.
After working for a bit I headed to the break room to get some water, but there was no water on the water-cooler thing. I asked the secretary if it was broken and she came in to check on it and then loaded it up. The problem was that she loaded it up with a water jug thing that was broken and no water came out when I pressed the button. So we took the jug off (no big deal) and I put on a new one (big deal). The broken water jug had leaked water into the water cooler reservoir and when I loaded the new one all that water splashed out onto my shirt. I was soaked. I was exhausted. And I still had work to do before I could go home.
So I spent the rest of my day pouty and wet at my desk working on fixing the things that had gone wrong. I went home promptly at 5:00 and spent the night doing what any reasonable 20-something year old would do if they had a bad day: I watched Melissa and Joey on DVR cuddled up with my pup on the couch with a glass of wine and some cookie dough/ cookies.
I hope your day was better than mine!
PS. Did you vote on which paint color we should choose?
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