A bad day?
Well, I can definitely say this hasn't been one of the better days I can remember . . .
First of all, I woke up remembering no dreams at all. That's always a bad sign. Get's me off on the wrong foot. And DID I!
I ended up stumbling through most of my morning routine. When it came time to step out the door and lock up my apartment, I took the easy way out and just pushed that little button on the edge that automatically locks it from the outside.
Seconds after I did that, I realized that I'd grabbed the wrong set of car keys. I'd grabbed my spare set, the ones with no other keys on them.
I had almost decided that I didn't need those other keys (mostly because I was this close to being too groggy to care) when I realized that without them, I wouldn't be able to get into my desk at work. Great.
So I search for my other set of keys in my purse, thinking that it would be good if I lucked out and had them in there. After a quick look, it seemed that there were no keys in my purse.
So I went over to the Residence Center and I got the concierge to let me borrow an extra set of keys so I could go back up to my apartment and get my own.
I get back into my apartment. I search for about five minutes for my keys; no luck. As badly as this morning is turning out (I'm now 20 minutes late for work as it is) I figure it would be just my luck if my keys actually WERE in my purse. You know what? They were. Figures.
By the time I get to work, I'm half an hour late. I tell my boss about my bad morning and she responds with complete understanding and shares some of her own bad-morning-stories.
I love the people I work with.
It was at that moment that I decided to laugh about the whole deal instead of crying in post-frustration.
I ended up having an okay day at work. Lot's of stuff to do, still didn't get everything done, but I might as well get used to it, right? *sigh*
It's interesting how at work I have been labeled as an artist, a comedian, and manager material. I'm an Administrative Assistant. A secretary. I don't know that I should ever again say I'm "only" and AA.
Still, I could never spend the rest of my life at a job where people could possibly look at me and say, "She's only the _____." I'm a leader. I don't know if people think I do my job well because of it, or if they think I try to contribute to how things get done too much. So far I've gotten only compliments. We'll see.
After work I came home to change before taking off to Dream's house.
In the lobby to my apartment building I met a guy in a wheel chair who had this really cute dog. She was so friendly I couldn't help but stretch out my fingers to greet her, and I struck up a conversation with the owner. Seems this guy Denny has serious epilepsy, and his dog can detect attacks about an hour ahead of time. She's saved his life twice. Interesting fellow; interesting dog.
I went over to Dream's house. Baked banana cake with his mother. Watched re-runs and almost fell asleep on the couch. It's unfortunate that I feel this is the most wasted part of my day.
Driving home I was noticing subtle things like how the pinkish grayish light of the night sky in the city reflected off of the other vehicles I was passing on the highway. My head jumped to the thought of how other things like cars and the people inside them are not just images for my brain to register. These are other me's. To them, they are the center of the universe, taking that title from myself. Somehow that thought is oddly calming tonight.
I'm too tired to write an email to nox and write in this journal too. I thought this would be more important. I haven't written in a journal and kept it up before. I don't want to give myself any excuses not to do this.
So, nox, I apologize. I didn't dream anything last night anyway . . .
Hopefully I'll dream tonight . . . I never feel the same without a dream fresh in my head.
First of all, I woke up remembering no dreams at all. That's always a bad sign. Get's me off on the wrong foot. And DID I!
I ended up stumbling through most of my morning routine. When it came time to step out the door and lock up my apartment, I took the easy way out and just pushed that little button on the edge that automatically locks it from the outside.
Seconds after I did that, I realized that I'd grabbed the wrong set of car keys. I'd grabbed my spare set, the ones with no other keys on them.
I had almost decided that I didn't need those other keys (mostly because I was this close to being too groggy to care) when I realized that without them, I wouldn't be able to get into my desk at work. Great.
So I search for my other set of keys in my purse, thinking that it would be good if I lucked out and had them in there. After a quick look, it seemed that there were no keys in my purse.
So I went over to the Residence Center and I got the concierge to let me borrow an extra set of keys so I could go back up to my apartment and get my own.
I get back into my apartment. I search for about five minutes for my keys; no luck. As badly as this morning is turning out (I'm now 20 minutes late for work as it is) I figure it would be just my luck if my keys actually WERE in my purse. You know what? They were. Figures.
By the time I get to work, I'm half an hour late. I tell my boss about my bad morning and she responds with complete understanding and shares some of her own bad-morning-stories.
I love the people I work with.
It was at that moment that I decided to laugh about the whole deal instead of crying in post-frustration.
I ended up having an okay day at work. Lot's of stuff to do, still didn't get everything done, but I might as well get used to it, right? *sigh*
It's interesting how at work I have been labeled as an artist, a comedian, and manager material. I'm an Administrative Assistant. A secretary. I don't know that I should ever again say I'm "only" and AA.
Still, I could never spend the rest of my life at a job where people could possibly look at me and say, "She's only the _____." I'm a leader. I don't know if people think I do my job well because of it, or if they think I try to contribute to how things get done too much. So far I've gotten only compliments. We'll see.
After work I came home to change before taking off to Dream's house.
In the lobby to my apartment building I met a guy in a wheel chair who had this really cute dog. She was so friendly I couldn't help but stretch out my fingers to greet her, and I struck up a conversation with the owner. Seems this guy Denny has serious epilepsy, and his dog can detect attacks about an hour ahead of time. She's saved his life twice. Interesting fellow; interesting dog.
I went over to Dream's house. Baked banana cake with his mother. Watched re-runs and almost fell asleep on the couch. It's unfortunate that I feel this is the most wasted part of my day.
Driving home I was noticing subtle things like how the pinkish grayish light of the night sky in the city reflected off of the other vehicles I was passing on the highway. My head jumped to the thought of how other things like cars and the people inside them are not just images for my brain to register. These are other me's. To them, they are the center of the universe, taking that title from myself. Somehow that thought is oddly calming tonight.
I'm too tired to write an email to nox and write in this journal too. I thought this would be more important. I haven't written in a journal and kept it up before. I don't want to give myself any excuses not to do this.
So, nox, I apologize. I didn't dream anything last night anyway . . .
Hopefully I'll dream tonight . . . I never feel the same without a dream fresh in my head.