I believe I’ve written about this before, but I’m not going to bother looking for it now. You’ll understand why if you stay with me. People talk about how Mondays suck, but for me it’s always been Tuesday and today was no exception.
I didn’t think today was going to be so bad. I woke up on my own just before my alarm and already knew what I wanted to wear, so I got to lay in bed through a couple snooze cycles. I had just enough time to grab a Dr Pepper at the corner store and hop onto the bus rather than waiting 10 minutes in the cold, misty morning for the next one. I actually really liked the mist this morning as I walked from my stop to my office.
As I walked in, I realized that I was the full hour early for work instead of the 45 minutes I thought I was going to be. Yay for overtime without having to give up my evening! In that first hour of work I got a phone call from a guy in Spain and another from a guy in Ireland. Ireland is supposed to call me back tomorrow because I needed to do some research about his issue. I don’t know about you, but talking to guys with accents is a preferred way for me to start my day.
Then I had to start my regular work.
There’s a whole lot of crap happening with my regular duties at work, and they are sucking. Some of it is that I have dropped the ball in the past, some of it is that it really just sucks. The kind of sucks that means I couldn’t actually get much done today at all. The only positive was that things started to happen a little bit this afternoon, so this afternoon kind of flew by.
When I went home, the bus was stopped at the light as I was crossing the street. That was nice. It also wasn’t at all crowded! That was nice, since it meant that there were only a few people on the bus when I got up to head to the exit and forgot that the bus was about to turn.
Yes, I fell.
I banged up my knee pretty bad and I was embarrassed. But I could walk fine, so whatevs. And then the tears started on the walk to my apartment and I started to feel the feels. In that moment, all I could think was how much I would really like to just sit with some ice cream and watch a movie. I don’t have any ice cream right now though, nor do I have anyone to bring me ice cream.
So that was the closest I’ve felt in a while to the whole, “I don’t like being single” thing. Fun is not a way that I would describe that feeling.
When I got home I was able to take off my jeans and see that my knee was skinned bad enough to be bleeding slightly and as soon as I knew that, of course it hurt more. Why does that always happen?!
I had some spaghettio’s, which was helping until I spilled on my mostly white duvet. I don’t think that my Tide pen is going to be very effective there.
Eventually I decided to go get a Band-Aid to cover my knee in preparation for bed and I had to fashion something out of toilet paper because my biggest Band-Aids have adhesive on all sides of the little gauze pad thing and my scrape is slightly bigger than the whole thing is wide anyway.
Then I was feeling more feels, but I didn’t know how to put them into words in an attempt to share them, so I just yelled, “Fuck Tuesday,” put my MacGuyvered bandage on and started typing.
Wednesday, you better come with a sympathetic date. (The date part is set, don’t know about the sympathy yet.)