Monday, September 24, 2007

Are you there God? It's me, Anna.



Dear Diary-



 



Today I
made an ass of myself, every 15 minutes.



 



Morning…



-took me 15
minutes to figure out with 6 year old shirt to wear…only to end up looking like
a 1978 Denny’s server



-left too
late to serve myself coffee



-overstepped
my boundaries at a conference with some students (note to self: don’t
contradict the professor)



-listened
to my car make strange noises and called to get an appointment at the dealer



-sat
through stats with a blank look and sweated through my Denny’s uniform



-found out
I did the first question of the homework incorrectly, yet another reason not to
hand it in



 



Lunch…



-ordered a
beautiful bowl of soup (height of my day, really)



-got
reprimanded for ordering office furniture…furniture that I listed and approved
to my coordinator prior to ordering…go figure, perhaps its nothing but sticker
shock



-met with
reading group and fumbled my way through a big steaming pile of crap



-I’m sorry
if I was a little too frazzled to recount Hall’s definition of articulation,
seriously sir



 



Afternoon…



-uncomfortably
sat through class disgusted by my muffin top… Will calls it a pizza crust



-sweated
through Grossberg’s three hour lecture and cursed the lack of a toilet on the 3rd
floor



-decided my
demeanor and physical being were not ready to Stone’s class and emailed her to
let her know I would be heading home early



-sweaty…walked
to car…started car…no air conditioning



-turned by
AC on and of, on and of, until  it
finally started to blow cold



-drove to
one stoplight away from Scarlett’s school and my car stopped working (really,
it just woudn’t go, still ran, air blowing HOT, gas pedal doing nothing)



-sat there
in amazement…called VW and Will



-times
passes, car starts and make it to the school parking lot and dies again



 



Evening-



-watched my
beautiful car get towed



-Will
dropped me off by the mailbox at the bottom of the driveway



-walked
around the truck and got run over (ok, so he only bumped me with the SUV)



 



I laughed
halfway up the driveway and then busted up.  Tears and big ugly cry for all the neighbors to see.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> 
What a strange day!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> 



 



To make it
up for me my hubby pulled out my yoga pants (for the pizza crust), a beer, and
shoulder rub.  Perhaps I can get a
pedicure out of it too.



 



3 comments:

thtsmee52 said...

hey - know what?

you had a crappy day.

Daddy-O said...

Hey, I think you bumped into the truck not the other way around! J/K. At least you know who to come to when you've had a bad day (BTW - that'll be a $5 deposit into my marriage bank account).

Jen said...

What a horrible day. I'm so sorry. Have a fantastic weekend and get hammered!