Oh the DRAMA that is my life....

Where to begin? It's been a while since my last post... that's not like me at all. But if you knew the last couple of days i just had....well... you'd forgive me.

After having a harrowing experience with a cranky old buzzard, the drama just seemed to continue.

Friday morning i woke up bright and early at 8:30 in the morning.... when i work at 9:00. Usually i leave the house at 8:30... so no time for breakfast, or a shower, or decent makeup... i just threw on a pair of jeans and a TShirt and ran out the house (BizCasFri). somehow i made it to work only 15 minutes late. Driving like a bat outta hell, i'm sure.

But it was the one thing that started my day spinning out of control.

Something happened to me at lunch. I won't disclose what, because of where i work and because my boss asked me to keep it on the down low, but it shook me hard. There were tears, i felt very uncomfortable the rest of the day. And if that's not bad enough, people kept bringing it up and making me talk about it the rest of the day. All i could think of was getting out of there and getting home to my Bradley and a bottle of wine.

The other receptionist stayed until 5 so i wouldn't be alone, and as we were leaving i realized my tire was F-L-A-T FLAT. FAN-Fucking-TASTIC!!! (this is one of those times when it's okay to say fuck.) What more can go wrong today? "It's okay," i thought "I'll just drive it over to the Canadian Tire Gas station at the end of the block!" this involves driving 1/2 block down the back alley and crossing a very busy street.... so i make it there, pull up to the station... and there's no pump! That's odd. i go inside to check out the sitch, and the dude says:

"Sorry, our air doesn't work. Closest Gas station is 2 blocks away!"

excellent.

I am practically driving on the rim of my tire - but i make it there, where some stupid twentysomething girl is sitting in her car, in front of the air... talking on her cell phone. So i wait for a few minutes to see if she's going to do anything. Of course, she just sits there. So i honk. And she shoots me daggers, but leaves.

Not knowing how much to fill my tires - i filled them enough to get home. "The last thing i need is to have my Tire Explode on the way home from filling it too much..."

On the drive, i called my husband and got no answer. So i called our friends to confirm what time to show up for the supper plans we had. Afterwards i tried Brad again, and got him. He was a little TOO cheerful, so i asked him: "have you been drinking?"

"YUP!" apparently it was the one year anniversary of his Shop so the bosses brought some booze.

"so, i guess i'm driving tonight then, huh?"

"YUP!"

"SHIT!!"

*silence*

"Are you okay" he asked me...

at this point i spill the whole story of my day, and i'm bawling as i drive down 22nd - i tell him all i wanted to do today was open a bottle of wine and drink, and now HE'S already drunk so i have to stay sober and you wouldn't believe the day i've had!!

when i arrived home i walked up to the front door, and brad was there waiting. He didn't say anything he just pulled me in and hugged me while i cried. Eventually, i was able to regain some kind of composure - and i plopped down on the couch like a zombie and watch the first 20 minutes of The Wedding Crashers while i wait for Brad to shower and get ready to go.

The rest of the night is fine - We had Pizza at Jazasab's and we watched Clerks II and talked about the TV Show Heroes until we left with a pile of movies to watch.

Saturday morning i decided to add INJURY to my list of woes, and slipped and fell down the stairs. There's only 6 stairs, but i hit them hard and was treated to two green bruises, a stair length apart on my shoulders and the middle of my back. Nothing that a few pitchers of Sangria and a game of Mexican Train can't cure... or so i thought

I didn't really feel the effects of either the stairs or the Sangria until the next morning. I was treated to a nice Sangria Hangover, and i could barely move. My back was officially broken, and i was now on the waiting list for a Backiatomy!! haha

We made it, miraculously, in time for our Breakfast Date with Raegina where i did not order Eggs Benedict - solely because they didn't offer it on their menu. We went to the Caswell Cafe and it's tiny. Like eight tables, tiny. It's strictly a Breakfast and Dinner place, it closes at 2. I ordered Bacon and Eggs, and it was okay, and they weren't stingy with coffee refills. The best part was the conversation. We could spend hours and hours with Raegina and never run outta things to say.

But sitting for 2 hours in a hard chair payed its toll on me... we went to my in-laws for lunch and lunch turned into an all day affair and i felt like my back was ready to break in two.

Monday morning was no better. I had to take the minutes in my first ever Staff meeting. And it wasn't all that bad - as far as meetings go - until we had to discuss the "event" that "occured" on friday... and everyone had something to say:

"Laura, you shoulda....."
"...Next time you should..."
"...in the future...."

it was getting to be too much - so i finally said to my whole office: "Y'know what? Hindsight."

Not much i could do about it now. So let's leave it alone. As we were walking out of the board room one of the ladies said to me; "It must be so hard for you right now."

I'd had enough so i told her; "y'know, i'm just pretending it never happened. Now people just need to stop bringing it up." That shut her up and i walked away.

it's been a rough couple o' days, like i said, and adding the injury it's been nothing but Crabby Pants Central over here.

So.

That's what i've been up to. Time to move on.