When someone asks you, "How's it going?" and your answer is, "Lawsie, it's a time goin' on around here," well that pretty much means everything is happening, and none of it's good.
Welcome to my
Without boring you with the unpleasant details of my personal life, because I tend to prefer
All the (ignored) worries of my life staged a coup and startled me awake at 4:00 a.m. Monday morning. After pushing the Deny/Try to Snooze Button on my brain, I was able to finally fall back asleep, only to be jolted awake by Twinkie the Cat heaving up hairballs on the bedroom carpet. Too tired to do anything but listen to the retching, I managed to go back to sleep two minutes before the 5:30 a.m. alarm.
Then, racing to the kitchen to make the coffee, I stepped in Twinkie's upheaval. Shrugging that off, I then went to the bathroom closet looking for
Fast forward to 7:30 a.m. after an hour's commute. The e-mails awaiting me at work almost had me in tears by 7:34 a.m., but I remained calm. Then I spilled my coffee all over every single paper on my desk.
Then I spent the rest of the day trying not to cry.
In between not allowing the multitude of bad things to win and "The End" above, insert many more things that can and did go wrong.
The day concluded with this realization on the drive home late at night after the away soccer game and forty two hours at work: For the first time in my working life, which began in the 1980's, I'm the oldest person in my immediate working group, including my immediate supervisor. Pass the Kleenex now, please.
To take my mind off my
p.s. I thoroughly --and I do mean thoroughly--enjoyed reading yesterday's comments regarding your first jobs. Baby Sis was a peach
p.s.s.t. - Thanks for being patient with my whining above. This too shall pass. It always does.