itsjustoneofthosedays

So I'm pretty sure I fail at life. This Friday has been AWFUL. For starters, I woke up late, again. Then, while rushing out the door into what is probably our 27th consecutive day of heavy rain, I never noticed that my back tire was flat or that the gas light had been on for probably several days. As I pulled up into the Village Landing Starbucks for my morning coffee, someone honked to inform me that I’m apparently a noob at vehicle maintenance, and suggested that I should probably not continue to drive on my flat. So, I did what any independent 20-year old would do: I called my mother. Ten minutes later, she showed up in her pajamas to switch vehicles for me so that I could continue on my way to work while she got the old tire fixed.

Then, I figured, seeing as I was already going to be late for the third day in a row, the least I could do was get my morning cup of Pike to make this miserable day slightly more enjoyable. Of course, when God is on a revenge streak, he doesn’t stop at 7:30 in the morning. I got stuck with the new girl, or Barista-in-training, at Starbucks, who interpreted "no room for cream" as a half-full cup of coffee. Being in a pissy mood already, the last thing I wanted to do was complain. So I just left, figuring I could top it off at work with some of that nasty Van Houtte “Hawaiian Islands” blend that they’ve overstocked in my break room.

AND THEN, after arriving at work at the punctual time of 8:20, I received an email from Accounts Payable letting me know that my mega-expense claim, the one that literally took me an hour to put together, was rejected. Apparently, I forgot to subtract a $2.00 charitable donation from one my receipts.

Gah, I knew I would regret donating to Wal-mart’s Special Olympics Fund…..

OH AND THEN, to make myself feel better, I made the fully rational decision to binge on the leftover pastries that the Friday Donut Club didn’t feel like eating. Helloo, Tubsy....