I’ve had a bad day. Not bad in a significant way, just more of a Murphy’s Law kind of way.
when I get up in the morning, I’m just able to tell that its going to
be “one of those days.” I even contemplate going back to bed, but I
never do and always regret it later. This morning I woke up to foamy,
white, little puddles of dog bile on the rug. I looked at the dog. She
looked at me. I decided I needed a cup of coffee before I could deal
with this. Then I fed her and took her outside where she proceeded to
choke herself trying to get to 3 different locations of frozen
poopsicles from the previous day. I dragged her back in the house and
had some more coffee.
intention this morning was to do a few computer things on my pc, like
upload files to dropbox and update my iphone os. I knew it would take a
little while for it to warm up, so I had some coffee, checked some
emails, etc. on my laptop, all the while, Velvet is making these
choking/gagging noises that made me think she was going to throw up, but
she never did. In between she sat there and stared at me, like she was
trying to use telepathy to get me to feed her again.
to ignore her, I looked at my phone and there were two notifications
for breaking news; both involved traffic accidents with trucks. My BF
drives a truck for a living, so my heart always stops for a second when I
get these alerts. Read them, they weren’t him, I breathed a sigh of
relief. Then I went to check on the pc, but it still hadn’t finished
booting up. So, I figured, there would still be time to do everything,
I’ll just go ahead and take a shower. When I finished, I went to my pc
and it had finished booting up, but there were windows everywhere,
wanting me to upgrade this, search for missing plug-ins, renew my virus
software, make recovery discs, etc, etc. By the time I finished with
all of that I didn’t think there would be time to get the other stuff
done, so I turned it off.
breakfast, I cleaned up the puddles of dog bile on the rug, (note to
self: clean rug, or just be sure to wear shoes in there), then went
outside to shovel up the poopsicles using a very old, heavy, and awkward
shovel; I swear its made of cast iron. Then I took Velvet out, little
determined hound dog that she is, she went around to the 3 places where
there once was poo and ate the ice where the poo had sat. How desperate
can she be? Back inside, she started making the gagging noises at me
I left for work this morning, I decided to check my account balance. I
never do this on a Monday because everything over the weekend goes
through on Tuesday. I log in through my phone and the screen turns
blood red. Big, bold alerts, and exclamation marks covered my screen.
I could hardly understand what was going on, but in my mind, I could
hear sirens going off and the robot from “Lost In Space” twirling
around, flailing his arms, shouting, “danger, danger Will Robinson.”
When I finally sifted through all of the warning signs, I discovered
that I was seriously overdrawn. A transfer I had initiated on Friday
was trying to go through 3 times. That’s just great. I decided to
contemplate what to do over another cup of coffee. Then, another
breaking news alert showed up. A house fire. By now, I’m really
starting to consider going back to bed, but I think, things happen in
threes, so it should be safe to venture out. I almost forgot to call in
my prescriptions. Got that done, scraped the ice off my car, listened
to some calm relaxing music, then realized, I can’t pay for my
prescriptions, because my bank thinks I’m overdrawn. And, one of them
I’m completely out of.
get to work. I call the bank about the transfers. The customer
service lady was very nice. I explained to her that I hit the submit
button just once, but then it seemed stuck, so I hit the home button.
The home button took me to the homepage, but then started loading the
transfer from where it had been stuck before, so I (guess), I hit submit
again. She said they’ve been having trouble with their system and she
would take care of it. A couple of minutes later she came back and said
it was all fixed. I was so relieved. This is how the rest of
conversation went (all of her responses are said with a smile on her
face; I could just hear it):
Me: Thank you, so the money won’t come out of my account?
Her: Its all taken care of.
Me: So will the money transfer?
Her: It should stay where it is.
Me: Where is that?
Her: The correction is immediate.
Me: Ok, good. Thank you.
Her: You’re welcome. Please allow 2-3 business days for the correction to show up.
Me: So the money will come out of my account and then be put back in?
Her: No, it won’t come out. This is immediate. Your money will stay where it is.
Where is that? Your institution says pending that its coming in, and
my bank account says pending that its coming out and looks like its
going to overdraw my account.
Her: Yes. That’s correct. Is there anything else I can help with you with today?
I hesitated, but thought this is going nowhere, like the “Who’s on first” bit by Abbott and Costello.
Me: No. You’ve done enough.
Her: Thank you. Have a nice day.
hung up and imagined my money floating around in the clouds, like in
some kind of internet banking purgatory; a black hole of particles,
pieces of data that just linger in the atmosphere until a computer with
the correct id and password, with 3 security questions, pulls them into a
server somewhere in India. Just then I get another alert on my phone;
this time from my bank. It says that my bank account balance is below
the $100 threshold that I had set. I thought that was a really nice way
to say ‘you’re nearly $900 in the hole and there’s nothing you can do
I was at the office, I decided to get some work done. I had a project
that needed to be finished for an early morning meeting tomorrow. I was
making excellent time on it and everything was going great until around
4:15. I sent the drawings to the printer and they came out with
streaks and little pools of ink everywhere; they were a mess. It took
about an hour to fix the printer, and amazingly, I did it without
getting ink on me. So, I just needed to make about 15 minutes of
changes to the drawings, print them, and then I could run my errands, go
home, and then relax. The printer ended up taking 15 minutes to check
what I did and make sure I did it correctly (some nerve). Then, as
happens every time I’m trying to get a project out in a reasonable
amount of time, everything starts to choke up. The computers, the
printers, the network, one by one begin to fail me. I lose work that I
had done; I tear out my hair waiting for a drawing to open. It is so
stressful. Two hours later, I’m finally finished. I decide to go home
first before running my errands because I figure by now, Velvet is
probably sick and is probably crossing her legs waiting on me. I get
home, and amazingly, there is nothing to clean up. So, I feed her and
take her outside. While I’m waiting for her to do her business, I look
up and see that a gutter nail is working its way out. I envision it
breaking there, allowing all of the snow to filter to the weak point,
eventually breaking off the entire gutter. But, there’s nothing much I
can do about that right now. Back inside, I opened a package I received
today. It was a ring that I’ve been waiting for. I was so excited it
was here. It is so pretty, and, its too big. Big disappointment, but
just really a drop in the bucket at this point.
then I decide to nuke a frozen meal for dinner. Every meal says to
pull back the corner of the plastic cover to vent, so one would think
that the plastic should be strong enough to be able to be peeled back.
Not today it isn’t. This one takes me like 5 minutes because every
place I peel, it tears into small pieces. At this point, I’m laughing, a
bit of a crazy laugh, but I figure, at this point, there’s nothing I
can do about it. I do decide not to leave the house again today, just
in case the Universe is trying to tell me something. I followed the
frozen meal with Weight Watchers ice cream (and I may be having about 5
more of those tonight if things don’t improve).
I’m in my jam-jams, have a beagle curled up next to me snoring like
drunken sailor and I’m thinking, this would probably be a good time to
call it a night.
Good night everyone. Prayers for a good Tuesday.
This song always makes me feel better...