Another Monday from hell
BEFORE 8AM
I get up. Go to the shower. Turn on the taps, pulled the knob thingy so the water comes through the shower head.... only it really doesn't. Hmmm.... It's sorta drizzling out of the shower head while gushing out of the tap at the bottom of the tub... Hmm... So I turn it off and back on. Off and Back on.
Same problem. I'm half soaked right now. But not really soaked and there's no way I can wash 10 pounds of hair with a drizzle. So I think maybe it just needs more water pressure. Show I turn the knobs to crank out more water....
Only the hot water knob comes off in my hand and water starts POURING out of hole where the knob was at, like 150 miles an hour. It's SLAMMING into the back of the tub wall and GUSHING out all over the floor. I jump out of the tub, pull the shower curtain over to try and create a barrier between the water and the floor and pile all my nice clean towels on the floor.
Then I throw on a robe and stumble outside like a drown rat and up my landlord's back porch to tell them about the problem. He's in a robe looking startled by his tennant whose looking like she just survived the Titanic. He comes down and turns off the water and will be fixing the knob/tap/whatever tonight.
But I never got a shower - I only kinda got hosed down. Ick.
BEFORE 1PM
So I go to work (late at this point... ask me if I care...) and stop at 7/11 to buy my cheap coffee. Which gets caught on the lip of the counter and slops all over my hand and wrist. I'm burned. GREAT!
Get to work and have to spend most of the day lugging boxes and sorting promotional items like T shirts and squeeze toys. Oh and having conversations like this:
THEM: "The Quadruple XLs are massive. They're way too big. The people we ordered them for are not that big.
ME: "I told you that when you ordered them. I said no one on your list needs something bigger than an XL but you wanted the Quadruple XLs. So I ordered them."
THEM: "They're way too big. It's going to be embarassing to give them to people. They'll know we thought they were that big."
ME: "Yep."
THEM: "They're too big."
ME: "Yep. You wanted them that big."
BEFORE 6PM
Then I got a nice break where I spent three hours stuffing envelopes which the printer accidentally delivered too late for the mail room to stuff. I got six BLEEDING paper cuts. I took pictures of them with my camera phone and went upstairs to explain to my boss that I had been injured on the job and would be applying for Worker's Compensation. I explained that there is a physiotherpaist that specializes in rehab for paper cut injuries however he was located in Los Angeles California and therefore I thought the company should comp me a trip there to recover and seek medical treatment for my work-related injuries.
Although thoroughly amused the boss didn't buy it.
Welcome to Monday - thank god for Wentworth Miller prettiness on the tube tonight or else I would have driven my car off the bridge on the way home.