drew engroff's a series of annoying events
It is my sad duty to relate to you a conspiracy of events clearly orchestrated by some twisted mind in order to keep me from attending my workout. The triggering event was, as usual, my fault. I was out of clean workout clothes. However, this problem was easily solved by popping a load of wash in before I left for work, which I would then dry during my lunch break. However, the meeting problem that I have occasionally had in the past on Mondays reared its ugly head today. But made worse by the fact that the meeting was pushed up to 1pm rather than 2pm as usually causes me a problem. In my mind this actually worked out better than the usual problem, though, because I could go after the meeting and it would still be early enough that I wouldn't have a problem with either too little or too much food in my belly come jumping-around time. So this I did. However, when I got to my apartment, I found they had my door entirely taped off for painting and were, in fact, painting the door across from mine. I was annoyed. I just left. See, they gave us notice about 2 months ago that painting would be happening, but it's been happening ever since, one part here and there at a time, each thing a little more inconvenient than the next. But never has it been to the point that I can't enter or leave my apartment. I would think that maybe they'd notify people a little more specifically when such gross inconveniences would pop up. I mean, I could have planned around this, had I known yesterday. Bastards.
And now not only do I not have workout clothes, but my cold wash load of laundry (the one with the most shirts in it) will be horribly wrinkled when I get home much later tonight, which means I either must wash them again or iron all of them. Or go with wrinkled shirts. Which I'd be tempted to do in protest, except I don't want to look like a complete slob. At least not at work. Also, I could not get food from home. That meant getting fast food, which is bad for me, and the fact that this pissed me off made me order worse food than I would normally as comfort (I know, I know, I shouldn't, but I did). Double health impact.
Ah, well. There's one upside to all this (aside from getting incredibly delicious horrible-for-me food, which is both an up and a down side!) and that is that I can make it to Magic early on the one night that it really really behooves me to be early; we're drafting and some people can't stay past 8. So yay for that, boo for everything else. Especially frickin' door painting. BOO!
And now not only do I not have workout clothes, but my cold wash load of laundry (the one with the most shirts in it) will be horribly wrinkled when I get home much later tonight, which means I either must wash them again or iron all of them. Or go with wrinkled shirts. Which I'd be tempted to do in protest, except I don't want to look like a complete slob. At least not at work. Also, I could not get food from home. That meant getting fast food, which is bad for me, and the fact that this pissed me off made me order worse food than I would normally as comfort (I know, I know, I shouldn't, but I did). Double health impact.
Ah, well. There's one upside to all this (aside from getting incredibly delicious horrible-for-me food, which is both an up and a down side!) and that is that I can make it to Magic early on the one night that it really really behooves me to be early; we're drafting and some people can't stay past 8. So yay for that, boo for everything else. Especially frickin' door painting. BOO!