Today. A day that mattered.

Today was a dumb day.

First of all, I have this new sweater I bought for my new job. It is pink -- quel surprise -- and it ties at the waist.

When I put it on today, I realized that it gaped in the front. So I had to wear a tshirt under it and tie it in the back. Like I was a wind-up toy, or Sugarplum. Does anyone else remember the book Sugarplum?

Then when I got to work, I had this really hard document I was editing. It was about a topic I am clueless about to the Nth degree. So I spent all morning researching the topic and looking up every word I didn't understand, and then I edited the pee out of it and accidentally clicked the X at the top of the page and lost it.

The whole thing. Gone.

I called the help desk at work and I was screwed. They got a big kick out of it, tho.

Oh, how I hated everything. I sat in my chair, and bent over to relax my neck, and I got pink lipstick all over my new sweater. The one that gaps.

Then, when I got back from lunch, I had a panicked moment where I thought maybe the thing I edited YESTERDAY didn't get emailed to the right person. I had no memory of emailing it to the guy. I was just searching my Sent mail when the phone rang and it was the very important guy. "Oh, hi," I said, trying to sound like I knew what I was doing. "I was just about to email you that article I edited."

Silence.

"You sent it to me yesterday," very important person said.

Crap.

After I re-did that entire article I lost this morning, as opposed to the article I did yesterday and forgot I emailed, I sent it to my boss and of course it had two errors in it that I should have caught and that I DID catch the FIRST time I edited the stupid thing. And right there was a pretty sentence.

Then I decided to escape to the bathroom, where I promptly dipped my Sugarplum ties into the toilet.

Have I mentioned I hate everything?

So when I got home, I called Marvin and told him I am coming to Tiny Town tomorrow. The last thing I wanted to do was drive 100 miles. He was fine with it. I think it gives him an extra night to bang the English teacher or whoever. Oh, wait, he's the English teacher. That's sad.

The only good thing to happen today was that when I got home, the person who used to own this house came over. She had a photo from the '50s of this house when it was new, and all the trees in front were tiny. She also told me all about how the house used to look before she revamped it, and then we went into the yard and she showed me what was a weed and what would grow where and all that. It was so exciting!

I don't even know if it's legal to come to the house you used to own. I don't care.

Anyway, here's what I ate. Not good.

Black coffee, 75 pots.

The last of the free coffee cake from work. Nice. I washed the knife and threw away the container. Cause I'm a team player that way.

A pork chop sandwich. Really. Hello, South.

A Dr Pepper. Again.

New York Strip steak from Outback's to-go menu.

Broccoli. She's choppin' broccoliiiii. She's choppin' broccolaaaaaayy.

Mashed potatoes.

Several bugs or pollen on my walk with Lula. She and I both hacked the whole way. We are sexy.

So next time I write, I'll be back in T Town. With T dog. And teed off cats. After all, tomorrow is another day.

Comments

not sounding like the most fun day in the world, darlin'. I'm sorry. But, week #2 is over, done, gone, history. It will get easier. Have fun with the cats, and Marvin. When is Marvin going to join you?

[Darla]

You sure you don't want to take me up on that pot smoking deal I had lined up for ya?

Travel safe tomorrow.

[Sister Honey Bunch]

You just need a little snuggling with your lovah.

[Shannon]

Sounds like a Friday-gone-Monday. That sucks. :( Next week will be better and you'll definately remember to carry around your tails!

Say hi to T-Town!

[Megan]

Hey June-
Sorry to hear you've had a yuck day. I think a couple bowls of Cookies 'N Cream might do the trick, but that might be counterproductive to what you've got going here.
Just wanted to say "hi", I still check in to your blog all the time even though I haven't commented in awhile.

[Susan]

Love the broccoli song. Alf, right?

I read your other blog and enjoyed it.

[Tamara Cosby]

I thought I would share my latest quest: I am 9 days sober from Diet Coke...9 days...step one was admitting I had a problem...;)

[dcrmom]

ARGH. Misery. I'm laughing at you, by the way. Except the editing part. The thing that you lost. That made me want to cry. But the rest of it -- yeah, I'm laughing. Sorry. :-)

Hope you enjoy your escape to Tiny Town tomorrow.

[Ree]

You tell 'em Scarlett.

[jbird]

Why is your pink sweater gaping open? Maybe your hootie hoots didn't shrink as much as you thought!

[Emily]

So thankful for you that tomorrow's a new day and that you get to go home to Tiny Town and hug Mr. MarvinBURGER very tightly and maybe even cry. Or maybe you'll wake up and feel 100% better and your sweater will not gap and you will eat egg whites for breakfast and you will decide, in fact, to jog all the way to Tiny Town.

[Anonymous]

That pink sweater and a pair of scissors would be my therapy for the day. I would hack that belt (sans dipped part) to oblivion and feel better immediately, but I'm impatient that way! As for your former owner visiting, I'd think it was sweet. The first time. If she does this 42 more times, I'd get a no trespassing sign and security. Go home to Marvin, toss the covers over your head, throw on a cat or two for cuddling and relax with some mandatory chocolate!! Hope things smooth out for you!
Smiles,
Nancy

[Kathy_Likes_Pink]

I'm not sure I would know how to function without at least one cat attached to me.
Time for some feline therapy.