The Case of the Bad Day
I thought by going to bed at 11, I'd get in enough sleep to make Friday a decent end to the week. I had a party on my social calendar, an increasingly less rare event, a bottle of wine on delivery, and two days of respite from what was in hindsight not a bad week, just a long and lousy one. I thought by going to bed at a reasonable time, I could have a good day. I was mistaken.
I woke up at 5:00, not sure why, some biological alarm rousing me. I laid in bed, pretending that it wasn't only dawn. Around six, I got up, took a shower that ran out of hot water before I was done...thank you, slumlords. I tidied up the apartment, feeling sleepy, but knew I wasn't tired enough to collapse. So I went over to the campus center.
I did work for Dr. Bluhm before going into the Wise Center. Graham had taken off and Corey worked the morning shift, so it fell on me to be there for the afternoon and evening, which really made my day bad. Complaining patrons, a seemingly endless stream of things going wrong, plus the Dichristina clan came in and I HATE THOSE GUYS!!! Clyde let me go while I was waiting on a pokey weightlifter. He could see I was cross-eyed with rage. I tried Maritza, but she wasn't there. She usually knows when I really need her, so if I'm not hearing from her now, I might just be out of focus on my life.
I thought I was going to hang out with D and a group, get drunk, that didn't happen. I wasn't really in the mood, churlish as I was. I was supposed to go to Marcus' party but skipped on that too. I slept and had fitful dreams, woke at 10 and went into the office to get some more work done.
I ended up sleeping on the ASG office futon around one, woke at eight, used my portable grooming supplies I keep in my messenger bag to prep myself for the morning. I worked until 1, then went home. I'd been texting D and she was going to be back around midnight and would be ready to party. I was still feeling prickly, but told her I'd work it out and be ready by the night. And I was.
Sometimes the string of events drags me into a place I don't really want to be. My dream job isn't the Wise Center, so it's natural that I despise it on occasion. Sometimes plans fall through and that's okay. What's reassuring is that at the end of every adventure, there will be someone willing to buy me wine, sit with me, and enjoy the evening.
Sometimes I wish I were in love, then discard that thought. Nothing good in that direction. Not now, anyway.
I woke up at 5:00, not sure why, some biological alarm rousing me. I laid in bed, pretending that it wasn't only dawn. Around six, I got up, took a shower that ran out of hot water before I was done...thank you, slumlords. I tidied up the apartment, feeling sleepy, but knew I wasn't tired enough to collapse. So I went over to the campus center.
I did work for Dr. Bluhm before going into the Wise Center. Graham had taken off and Corey worked the morning shift, so it fell on me to be there for the afternoon and evening, which really made my day bad. Complaining patrons, a seemingly endless stream of things going wrong, plus the Dichristina clan came in and I HATE THOSE GUYS!!! Clyde let me go while I was waiting on a pokey weightlifter. He could see I was cross-eyed with rage. I tried Maritza, but she wasn't there. She usually knows when I really need her, so if I'm not hearing from her now, I might just be out of focus on my life.
I thought I was going to hang out with D and a group, get drunk, that didn't happen. I wasn't really in the mood, churlish as I was. I was supposed to go to Marcus' party but skipped on that too. I slept and had fitful dreams, woke at 10 and went into the office to get some more work done.
I ended up sleeping on the ASG office futon around one, woke at eight, used my portable grooming supplies I keep in my messenger bag to prep myself for the morning. I worked until 1, then went home. I'd been texting D and she was going to be back around midnight and would be ready to party. I was still feeling prickly, but told her I'd work it out and be ready by the night. And I was.
Sometimes the string of events drags me into a place I don't really want to be. My dream job isn't the Wise Center, so it's natural that I despise it on occasion. Sometimes plans fall through and that's okay. What's reassuring is that at the end of every adventure, there will be someone willing to buy me wine, sit with me, and enjoy the evening.
Sometimes I wish I were in love, then discard that thought. Nothing good in that direction. Not now, anyway.