Did anyone else have a crappy long day, or was it just me? Just me huh? Well this is how my day goes.
5:10 my alarms goes off. I pull my lazy tired ornery self out of bed. I grab my blanket and drag it out to the living room. I stumble and finally crash down on the couch were John is waiting for me with a pillow on his lap, as he does every morning. He turns on the EARLY morning news as I try to convince myself to open my eyes.
This continues on for 15 minutes before, grumbling again, I drag myself up, wrap that same stinkin blanket around me and make my way into my office where I check my blogs and celebrity gossip, which is my equivalent to a cup of coffee. 10-15 minutes of this and I am finally awake enough to shower and get ready for the day.
I plug in my iPod and jam while I am showering and getting ready. I have speakers in the bathroom for my iPod, it’s the greatest thing ever. After staring blankly at my closet for what seems like ages I choose an outfit and throw it on. By now I have wasted too much time and I am running very late. I finish putting on my mascara which I always save as my very last thing to put on because it is such a pain. I run to the kitchen where Johnny has my plate of scrambled egg whites waiting for me, they are usually cold by the time I get to them. I scarf them down, pack my cheese stick, orange, and little carton of egg whites that Johnny has made me for lunch and run out the door. It is now 6:55.
I get to work by 7:00 which I love because I have the whole first hour to myself and it is quiet. No phones are ringing, no one comes in, I can get more done in this first hour than I can all day sometimes.
8:15-12:00 was a blur of annoyances, paperwork, phone calls, e-mails, and employees. I am finally so frazzled and frustrated from sitting in my office which has no windows, nor is there even a window within viewing distance. I have sat there all morning without hardly getting out of chair. I am done. I need to get out.
I grab my coat, my wallet and I jet. I am now on a mission. There is a candy shop just 4 blocks away from my office and the homemade caramels they have there are beckoning me. Before I leave I check the weather. 34 degrees, but it feels like 12. Oh yeah and 38 mph winds. I can take it, I need those caramels too bad to not risk it. The walk down felt like I was in a wind tunnel, but I pressed forward. My ears were throbbing by the time I made it there.
“I would like 6 of those caramels” I tell the cashier. She rings me up, $7.50 please she asks. Totally worth the $1.25 a caramel, I would have paid triple that today if I had to. “Are these a gift” says the sweet candy lady. “Nope these are for me because it has been a long day at work” I say. She gets really flustered and embarrassed, I don’t, I laughed I thought it was funny. I honestly just purchased 6 huge caramels, it is only natural to think they would be a gift. But they were not, they were for me. Well me and John, he works where I do, so I shared 2 with him. I have to ration them out. I need these babies to last me through Friday.
It melts in my mouth and suddenly my day gets brighter. I enjoy it while I can, 5:10 A.M. comes too soon and it all starts over again. I am trapped in the movie Groundhog Day.
Carolyn Beth 