Another wonderful day in Stacie’s life!
Yesterday was a very hectic morning but it didn’t put a damper on my day! It started surprisingly normal. I overslept for the gillionth time. It a trend I don’t seem to have any power to end. I woke up and I immediately panicked. What in God’s name am I going to wear to work?! Since I have been so busy, I was unable to make my weekly trip to the dry cleaners. After digging deep into my closet, I found some hand-me-downs from my OLDER sister. She is too small for them. Yes, I know that is messed up. It should be the other way round. But right now I am pudgy and she is not. I find this quirky cool sweaterish thing that I could wear. It reminds me of the poofy shirt from Seinfeld but I wear it anyway. I then have to squeeze my plus-sized tush into a normal pair of jeans. I have the muffin top but the poofy shirt will cover it up enough. Since ALL my clothes were dirty, I was worried that I may end looking like I shop at Goodwill (not that there is anything wrong with that) but I am surprisingly happy with my ensemble. I headed out to work silently wishing we will be allowed to leave early. Not only do I wish we will be able to leave early, I begin to PLAN to leave early (this turns out to be a mistake)!
I run out to my car and, of course, my car was on empty. Argh! No! I decide I am “going for it” and I will not waste time and stop for gas. It is a Friday before a holiday so I know I will just breeze on into work. WRONG! I am driving along I reach the highway. I mean the parking lot. Nothing was moving at all! The freeway was closed! There was some fuel spill. We are just not moving. I have a mini breakdown. I should have stopped for gas.
I gather my composure and I decide that this will not dictate the mood of the day. Hey, I figure deluding myself that the bad day will get better is far more healthy than the alternative!. I rig up my iPhone to play my music and I am rocking while I inch down the freeway. It helps my mood until I realized I forgot my medicine at home. I had an absolutely crazy urge to turn around and go back home to get it. I say crazy because it has taken me an hour to go 1 mile. It would have been idiotic to turn around. So, I don’t.
I begin to worry that I am going to run out of gas on the freeway. That would be so perfect. I decide not to worry. and I allow my mind to wander. what else is there to do? Suddenly, I remember the bizarre dream I had last night. I dreamed about one of the guys I work with at Megacorp. I dreamt that he was doing yoga in my backyard while either drunk or under the influence of something. His bald head was sunburnt and he was giggly. He was wearing a yellow outfit with white tennis shoes. Just so you know, he is probably 6’4″ so it was a sight! I laughed at how freakin’ weird my dreams are sometimes. I silently hope I don’t get the giggles when I see him at work.
After I get cut off and honked at a million times, I reach my destination. Work!
Holiday weekend means there is very few people around. BONUS. I find out we are not going to get off early. BUMMER! I get some work done, chat with a few people and contemplate my early exit. (As you know, I started planning my early release hours before). I have a great lunch with Shay and a new arrival to my blog, Jane. We all talked about our planned early release. The glaring difference is they got permission to leave early – I just decided I need to leave early. Lunch ends and I get some more work done. Then, as if the work gods are punishing me for trying to defy them by leaving early, all of sudden everyone needs something from me! I frantically work and before I know it, it is time for me to leave. That really bummed me out! I leave and begin my wonderful holiday weekend by having a great dinner with Monica. It was fantastic. I go home, read, and sleep like a baby.
I hope all of you have a fantastic weekend too!