This is me today. It has been a day!
Winter has come to my neck of Ontario. The car was covered with ice this morning. I had to scrape. Sadly Paul had tidied the garage and the scraper was not to be found. Using your VISA card to scrape the ice off fo the windshield is just no way to start the morning. Not. At. All.
Then I sat next to a crazy lady on the train. How did I know she was crazy, you ask? Well, the talking to herself was a tip off. Answering back made me ponder, but what really sealed the deal was while she was reading the paper. She read an article about that Saudi oil tanker being captured by pirates and this made her laugh like a maniac deprived of their meds. Rest of seatmates and I made 'don't look at the crazy lady' glances to one another hoping she would go away. Sadly she did not evaporate into thin air but continued to find the mayhem of the world uproarously humourous!
When I got to the subway I realized I was missing something important - my lunch. Sadly my lunch bag was left on the train. By now it was likely on its way to Pickering (poor lunch bag!). It was even more sad because I had had a porchetta sandwich in the bag. I could cry now. I know that I will never find another reusable Whole Foods lunch bag with refreezable freezer pack, I just know that I won't. I was forced to go out with my friend Joanne for fried things in a basket (well, the basket was MIA but the fried things were front and centre!) for lunch.
There you have it, the bright spot of my day. A coronary on a plate.
Work was a drag. I rushed to get some reports done (deadline's today, don't you know). This was made even more challenging by colleagues who had ignored three requests for input over the past two weeks. I said 'to heck with them', and could wait no longer so I finished the reports up and had my assistant send them out for copying. Of course you know what happened . . . everyone had something to add AFTER I had sent them to print. I took the high road and recycled the printed reports, re-wrote them with the new content, and snarled a bit at my wall.
Trying to be a better person is hard work. I don't think it is worth it. I may have a stroke.
Now it is snowing. Shush, I know I live in Canada - it doens't mean I have to like snow. Just like it doesn't mean you Americans have to like George W or Britney Spears. Generalizations are bad (unless I'm making them, of course). (No, I don't get the connection between winter and George W or Britney either, it seemed to work but now I think it doesn't. I am, however, far too lazy to change it!)
Anyway. I don't like snow. Not one bit. I understand that some folks leap for joy at the first glint of a snowflake - no doubt thinking of the adrenaline rush that they will have as they crash down a mountain on skis. Frankly I'm good with the adrenaline rush that accompanies putting cream in my coffee in the morning - will it curdle or not? There is excitment for you. Hell, after that speed rush I need a nap. Someone else can take the bloody mountain!
Snow means I have to shovel. It means the world will be white, or soon after dirty gray and brown. It means driving with great care. It means laughing at Paul as he falls on his ass (for a fat man I have an incredible sense of balance). OK, perhaps that last one isn't so bad. It means ugly, bulky coats, scarves, and gloves. I means going to work in the dark and coming home in the dark. It means sweaters. It means almost crying with frozen ears on the platform when my train is late. It means runny noses and the flu. Hmmm - this is NOT helping one bit.
There you have it kidlets, my scream of a day. I hope that YOU had a good one.
:-( Sorry you had a crappy day.
On the bright side, there are only 71 days until the (snow-free) Slow Bowl!
Posted by: softdrink | November 19, 2008 at 09:56 PM
I'm totally with you on the snow and the pitfalls that go with it.
But I consider myself lucky to not have to put on boots and a warm coat until this week. It is Nov. in Canada.
Time to dream about those warm vacation plans, isn't it?
Hope tomorrow is a better day for ya.
chiaro
Posted by: chiaro | November 19, 2008 at 11:15 PM
Jerry-That was WAY too depressing! Hope the week gets better.
Posted by: Cindy Ruth | November 20, 2008 at 12:03 AM
That definitely qualifies for a very crappy day. Sorry that you had to deal with so many irritating experiences in one day. I give you credit for allowing all the late feedback. That drives me crazy! I am also sorry that you lost your lunch bag. Bummer! I hope your day is much cheerier tomorrow!!
Posted by: girasoli | November 20, 2008 at 12:29 AM
You need a vacation!
or better yet, a trip to the warm sunny south. Piggly Wiggly has lunch bags, if you freeze your can of coke it works just the same.
Posted by: sandi @ the whistlestop cafe | November 20, 2008 at 08:00 AM
Jerry, I'm sorry about your day. I find when I have such a day it helps to slap the crap out of someone.
Posted by: Kendall | November 20, 2008 at 11:39 AM
I'm with Kendall!
Jerry, I thought of you this morning when I heard that a big snowstorm was sweeping through your area. It is as cold as 10 bears in Ottawa right now but no snow. As yet.
And what is it about deadlines for comments that people love to miss? Always, comments come in late around here too.
One of us has got to buy a house in Italy where we all can winter.
Posted by: sandrac | November 20, 2008 at 04:54 PM
Okay you have played the sympathy card... I'll check the Whole Foods here for a lunch bag replacement for you. But you will have to freeze coke cans until January!
Posted by: Sheena | November 21, 2008 at 01:19 AM
I'm late to this post but I just have to say that Kendall "You crack me up!" I hope her comment put a big smile on your face Jerry. It sure put one on mine.
Posted by: Barb Cabot | November 21, 2008 at 02:09 AM
Thanks y'all for the kind thoughts. Perhaps it is perverse but I actually like the bad days better than the good ones as they provide a challenge! I don't think I'll take your advice Kendall as a jail sentence would impact my travel . . . *smile*
Posted by: Jerry | November 22, 2008 at 06:21 AM
Leave no witness's Jerry.*smile*
Posted by: Kendall | November 24, 2008 at 12:04 PM
I get it . . . . no witnesses! I mus remember . . .
Posted by: JDeQ | November 24, 2008 at 08:45 PM