Bad Day
You know that day. The day when you wake up and from the very beginning you FEEL that its going to bad. This morning I went to get my leather jacket out of the closet (because it was only going to be 70 degrees today) and I dropped it on the floor. And I felt the bad day coming.
And come it did. Things were all bad at my work today with some a-hole ,who’s got it in for me because I’m a woman, PURPOSELY set out to make me look bad in a meeting. That confrontation was followed up with a horrible email by the Program Manager to me about how I was inadequately supporting his program (which truthfully is TOTALLY BOGUS, and I had email to prove it. thank god for technology). And it went back and forth all day getting nastier and nastier. Blah blah blah. You don’t care. I don’t expect you to. And here’s my problem…
No matter how much we say we don’t take our work personally, we do. And its hard for us to explain to the loved ones in our lives how horrible a work thing makes you feel. They don’t understand, and you’re left feeling alone in the fight.
So I decided that a trip to the station w/ a new recipe in hand would fix my mood. But then I got to the store w/ my recipe and realized it had an 8 hour chilling time. So I made my favorite peanut butter and orange honey cookies. I’ve made it a million times. To perfection. But today…. well today was a bad day. So I totally fouled up the cookies, so I run to the store for ice cream and toppings for The Boys (so I could get a much needed hug from Ryan), and then Ryan and I have miscommunications and now….
……I’m sitting at home at 9:30 at night with my second glass of wine and a trash can full of cookies. Maybe I’ll call in sick tomorrow.
