The Terrible Twos

Actually, it's more like the Terrible Tuesdays. Today was not my day. At all. And really until about an hour ago, I had no idea why. I got up this morning and was fine. Got ready for work, did my morning chores and hopped the bus for work. Work itself was fine. In fact, work was pretty good. Half the office didn't show up. I find it quite coincidental that this happened on probably the second nice day we've had all summer. Hmmmmm.... But I was in a raggy, pissy, awful mood. For no apparent reason. I kept to myself most of the day, though I did socialize when Jaymi, who is out on maternity leave, stopped by with baby Brady. That was probably the high point of my day. He's not newborn anymore, so I wasn't afraid to pick him up. And he was a good boy until I wanted someone to snap my picture. Of course. But for the most part I kept to myself. I can't remember a day when I was more productive than I was today. I got so much done. My desk is spotless right now. I can't remember the last time I walked in to an empty desk. But I think I found the cause of my cranky pants. When Ken got home, he asked how my day was, blah blah blah. I told him I was in the worst mood today and I don't know why. Being the sweetheart that he is, he let me know that I'm in a pissy mood everyday. Asshat. No, he let me know that all I did last night was toss and turn. All night long. I have no recollection of it, though. I thought I slept solidly through the night. But I guess not. Lack of good sleep with do that to you, I guess. And it's 8 o'clock now and I'm just about ready to collapse. I guess I did sleep for shit.

Tomorrow should be a good day (knock on wood). The racetrack at Saratoga opens up and half the office is going. I've decided not to because I can barely stand most of the people I work with sober. I can just imagine the new levels of inappropriateness that will be reached tomorrow without immediate supervision and all the alcohol they can consume. I sit in the immediate vicinity of a couple alcoholics. That's bad enough. Watching them in action is something I have no stomach for.

1 comment:

Kevin said...

Ahh memories of the Racetrack at Saratoga.

I spent a good part of my childhood summers trapped in the Playground (not sure if that still exists) while my parents watched the Horses.