Wicked Wednesday
Today has been a very strange, strange day.
On my way to work somebody approached me and said I highly resembled David Blaine. WTF? It's amusing, considering I have the biggest crush on Blaine but I would never ever enter us into a "look-alike" contest. Maybe this was god's little way of saying ""love thyself."
On my way to lunch, partly fatigued, stressed, and battingling a headache, I get a call from the Provost's Institutional Research office. Seems the courier accidentally dropped off a piece of mail into a mailbox that I only have access to (and never, ever check). Because I never check it, the key was in my apartment and thus, I had to make a detour after buying my sandwich and go home. Apparently there were thousand and thousands of dollars in checks in the envelope so it's not like I could excatly say "can this wait?". In my mind, I said fuck it anyway, and ate my sandwich at home, taking my sweet ass time before finally going back to work.
Then, I check my bank account at work and realize how close I am to borderline poverty. I really need to take a break from all the clubbing and fancy dinners. At least until May 31 when I get paid again (fuck you, once-a-month-payroll bullshit).
To top it off, after a beautiful 70+ degree day, it starts to rain. I check weather.com and notice there is a thunderstorm fastly approaching. I remember checking the weather this morning and don't recall seeing any rain announced, much less a thunderstorm. Ugh. Didn't bring my umbrella to work but thankfully I was just given one yesterday for helping the President's office during commencement and it was sitting in a gift bag in the office.. Unfortunately, it's this ugly Columbia blue and white thing. But it got me home.
Now, nap time.
On my way to work somebody approached me and said I highly resembled David Blaine. WTF? It's amusing, considering I have the biggest crush on Blaine but I would never ever enter us into a "look-alike" contest. Maybe this was god's little way of saying ""love thyself."
On my way to lunch, partly fatigued, stressed, and battingling a headache, I get a call from the Provost's Institutional Research office. Seems the courier accidentally dropped off a piece of mail into a mailbox that I only have access to (and never, ever check). Because I never check it, the key was in my apartment and thus, I had to make a detour after buying my sandwich and go home. Apparently there were thousand and thousands of dollars in checks in the envelope so it's not like I could excatly say "can this wait?". In my mind, I said fuck it anyway, and ate my sandwich at home, taking my sweet ass time before finally going back to work.
Then, I check my bank account at work and realize how close I am to borderline poverty. I really need to take a break from all the clubbing and fancy dinners. At least until May 31 when I get paid again (fuck you, once-a-month-payroll bullshit).
To top it off, after a beautiful 70+ degree day, it starts to rain. I check weather.com and notice there is a thunderstorm fastly approaching. I remember checking the weather this morning and don't recall seeing any rain announced, much less a thunderstorm. Ugh. Didn't bring my umbrella to work but thankfully I was just given one yesterday for helping the President's office during commencement and it was sitting in a gift bag in the office.. Unfortunately, it's this ugly Columbia blue and white thing. But it got me home.
Now, nap time.