Monday Blues



Ever have those days that  start off wrong and you think “I should just go back to bed.” ? Yeah.

For starters, the coffee pot didn’t start automatically. Half asleep and bleary eyed I grumbled about not getting any coffee as I filled the reservoir tank with water only to have it pour out all over the counter. JUST GREAT! After cleaning up that mess, I lost count of the scoops of coffee, so my coffee was weak.  If anyone has an idea of how to salvage coffee when it’s too weak I”m all ears.  I take my pale diluted elixir to my desk and fire up the pc.  Apparently the Monday morning lag has spilled over to the laptop as it was slow as molasses.

I check my inbox, the class I need to renew  my license is not available. I  corresponded with the instructor on Friday and everything was good. Now, the class is full, but there is one offered October 3, umm 3 days after I must have my license renewed. *Head desk*  So now I am looking at online classes to fill that requirement which are double and triple the cost. Because I just love to pay more than necessary, don’t you? *note the sarcasm in my voice*

I send responses to clients  from the hotline,  quoting the current rates and making note that the rates are dependent on their credit rating. One man didn’t like the fact that he’s being persecuted because of his bad credit rating and decides it’s my fault. Really Mister?  Really?  Because last time I checked I don’t have  my wages garnished,  I’m not the delinquent dad not paying his child support, and I’m not the one who defaulted on two previous loans.   Oh yeah, and we all know that slamming the mortgage loan officer will get your loan processed  just like jiffy pop! But alas I was nice to the man, well mostly.  OK I am paid to be polite to the clients, but  I am not one to miss  certain opportunities.  Guess I will have to go back to that sensitivity training class again.

I had a chiropractor’s appointment scheduled  for 10:00 am.  I search frantically for my shoes to no avail.  I know I had them on yesterday morning. I had them on when I came home, but for the life of me couldn’t remember where i took them off at. I didn’t have time to go search out another pair so I borrowed my daughter’s flip-flops.  I get to the chiropractor’s office and trip on the curb from the flip-flops. GREAT, just great.  Almost knocking down an elderly man with a cane, but I managed to fall into the wall instead. Just call me Grace.  The chiropractor did nothing for the skinned up knee.  The appointment went as well as can be expected. I can’t believe I pay this woman to hurt me every week like she does. Maybe I should  become a chiropractor and dress in black leather. Hmm.

Anyway, from there I stop at the office to pay my insurance agent then head home.  I decided to stop and grab a fast food burger because I had already lost the morning and  it would save me a bit of time, right? I ordered it with no ketchup and no tomatoes.  Driving home my car starts doing weird things. The radio blinks out, the lights on the dash come on  – the light indicating the air bag had deployed ( no it didn’t I was sitting right there), the battery light, then the check engine light.  I thought it would be best if I pulled over at that point. Didn’t make it all the way off the road and the car died.  Have I mentioned lately just how much I miss my Aztec?  You can call it an ugly car all you want, I never had a bit of problem with that car, and it gave its life for me.   I called the auto shop that we use, and they sent a guy to give me a jump.  That  didn’t fix it. So, I had to call a tow truck. An hour and a half later, after sitting in the hot car, on the side of a busy highway, with nothing to  drink, I was just a tad irritable. Then the tow truck driver basically implied that I was a STUPID woman.  He starts in telling me how bad his day has been, and because my car was  locked up (it wouldn’t go into gear, couldn’t get it out of park) it was of course my fault  because I’m too stupid to drive.

Just so you know, I”m not typing this from a jail cell.  The man still lives, and walks on two legs.  I did however, manage to have my  handy-dandy little recording  ap turned on my phone as he continued.  Of which I played back to his supervisor along with my  customer complaint of why I will never use their services again. Just for the record, if you are in a service oriented field, do NOT call your customer stupid, or imply their stupidity  to their face.  Not that I condone doing it behind their back either but to my face?  Just for the record, it had nothing to do with  anyone’s lack of intelligence, or negligence in any way. It was just one more  knock in my already bad day.

He had the radio muted but I could see on the little display that Skrillex was on.  “You can turn that  up if you want, I don’t mind.”

“Oh ok, cool.”  He doesn’t turn up the radio, he unplugs  ear buds from his phone and  plays  High School Musical. I silently turn to the window and bit my lip.  I’m not judging, I’m not judging – I just find it humorous that this huge hulking 25ish guy is listening to bubble gum pop Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens. My girls listened to that when they were adolescents. The typical tweeny bopper music, not what you’d expect a 6’4″ (my estimate – keep in mind I’m short) man with  razor chops and tattoos.

Anyway, I digress. The hellish day continues –   my car still sits in the shop awaiting a diagnosis.  They were booked, so it’s a matter of when they can fit my little car in. I get a ride home from the auto shop, and am awaiting the  damage report.  I get home and someone had let my dog out and she was running loose. We live on a busy road, it’s a miracle she didn’t get run over.  I gave her fresh water and  refilled her food dish and came inside to finally eat my  burger and it’s wrong.  It has tomato, ketchup, and one huge slice of onion. *hangs head*

Peanut butter wins out again.

If tomorrow is anything like today, I am going back to bed, pulling the sheets over my head and pretending to sleep even if I can’t sleep.

Normally I would have a lot of motivational encouragement  to share. Fact is, I need some myself today.

Write on my friends, I hope your day has been better than mine.