sometimes it's the little things...

Today was a Monday that shouldn't have been a Monday. My mood was a reflection of the mood of those around me, and it seemed that everyone around me was having a bad day. So I rolled in the door, thought about the cold pizza in the fridge, and promptly walked out again, heading to the pub, thinking about food and beer. I walked in and found Youk on the tv, getting ready to bat, ordered my favorite beer, and deliberated between fried green tomatoes and fried brussel sprouts.

Crap, while typing this - about how the guy at the bar changed to the Mets game in the middle of the 5th inning and speed with which my mood could go from bad to good and back to bad again, things have plummeted to awful... I ran a quick errand to Bed, Bath, and Beyond tonight - had bought a blender there last week for my brothers, but forgot my coupon for 20% off. No worried, I was told, just bring coupon and receipt back and all will be well. So I did, on my way to the bar, and questioned the girl behind the register when she said it went through alright - I didn't remember seeing where she credited my card, but she said she did, so... NO, NO, NO! So now I've been charged twice for a blender that doesn't even live in my house, and since it's the end of the month I'm going to have to deal with the bank and overdraft fees (have already called them, can do nothing until tomorrow) and still have to go BACK to the store and deal with the mistake - in my spare time. I called their customer service line and yelled at the guy who was less than helpful, but it only made me feel marginally better. I'm all wired and angry, which means it's going to take me a while to calm down, and it's past my early-morning-meeting bedtime, which just makes me more angry. I HATE STUPID PEOPLE!

how do they do it?

How do people who routinely work 12 hour days manage it? I've put in quite a few of those lately, but I was thinking about time allocation the other night, and I realized that a 10 hour day, when added to commuting time, time to get ready in the morning and wind down at night, and I've not got 8 hours for sleep during the night - goodness help me if I want to accomplish any chores around the house. As a result, my sink is full of unwashed dishes and I have one hamper filled with clean laundry, one with dirty. Shoes are scattered everywhere - that cat has taken to curling up with them:

My fridge is stocked with snacks and frozen dinners rather than food to be cooked - when it's not empty, and that's if I don't either order in or go out.

So that's the answer to where I've been - working. Unfortunately, work doesn't make for interesting blog posts, And my wallet doesn't like all the eating out, especially since I've decided that with all this working I've earned a vacation that I can't really afford. I don't think I care, though. I deserve a break, of the sloth-like variety. I tend to be a go-getter, or at least a go-see-er on vacation, but I intend to go somewhere pretty and not see, instead I will just sit. Sit until I don't know what to do with all the time I've got between 8 hour sleeps, or more, and thoughts of getting up before the sun to watch the clock while I cuddle that cat, thinking about whether or not I'll catch the fast bus, or even the one bus, not the one ten minutes later... well, all those thoughts will be forgotten. It's going to be amazing. And maybe all that sitting will give me more interesting things to say.