One of those days
So I woke up late this morning.. I remember hitting the snooze button once or twice, then suddenly I wake up and it's 10:30am. All I can figure is I must have missed the snooze button and hit the "off" button instead. Grumble.
Oh well, at least it's Tuesday. For some reason nobody ever seems to schedule any meetings or anything on Tuesdays for me.. they're always my empty day where I can get stuff done. I double-checked my schedule and ..crap. This would have to be the one Tuesday that a bunch of people have scheduled meetings for that I wanted to attend, of course starting in the early morning, and I've already missed three of them. Sigh. The boss calls, wanting to know when I'll be in. Rush around, get dressed, etc, rush out the door, drive to the BART station, and... no parking available. Anywhere. Not even the street spaces that cost $5 a pop. Not even the pay lot down the street and around the corner. Not even the other BART station. Nothing. Well, that's another 30 minutes wasted. So now I'm late and annoyed, and I have to drive back home and walk to BART instead. Get to BART, and I've just missed the train, so wait around another 15 minutes. This is where I'm thinking that this is just one of those days. Finally get into work around 12:40, just in time to find out:
I've been laid off.
(so I got to pack up all my personal stuff, turn around, and carry it all home on BART. Whee.)
So how was your day?
Oh well, at least it's Tuesday. For some reason nobody ever seems to schedule any meetings or anything on Tuesdays for me.. they're always my empty day where I can get stuff done. I double-checked my schedule and ..crap. This would have to be the one Tuesday that a bunch of people have scheduled meetings for that I wanted to attend, of course starting in the early morning, and I've already missed three of them. Sigh. The boss calls, wanting to know when I'll be in. Rush around, get dressed, etc, rush out the door, drive to the BART station, and... no parking available. Anywhere. Not even the street spaces that cost $5 a pop. Not even the pay lot down the street and around the corner. Not even the other BART station. Nothing. Well, that's another 30 minutes wasted. So now I'm late and annoyed, and I have to drive back home and walk to BART instead. Get to BART, and I've just missed the train, so wait around another 15 minutes. This is where I'm thinking that this is just one of those days. Finally get into work around 12:40, just in time to find out:
I've been laid off.
(so I got to pack up all my personal stuff, turn around, and carry it all home on BART. Whee.)
So how was your day?