The Longest Friday Ever
First of all, Fridays always seem long. Almost always, anyway. In my vanity, I didn't want to leave the house with my coat over my long sweater because it just didn't look right together. It's a girl thing. So my plan was to swing my sweater over my arm and put it on when I got to work. When Casey couldn't find his wallet, my sweater ran away screaming out of my mind and decided to take a nap before it ventured back into my head when we were pulling into the parking lot of my office. Luckily, I had a pile of clothes in the back of the car that I am planning on taking to Good Will, and I grabbed a sweater out of the back which reminded me that I still like this piece of clothing. As I was coming to the conclusion on my way up the stairs that I should probably keep this sweater, I tripped and fell down on the stairs, splattering my lunch all over the staircase, with my diet Dr. Pepper rolling down the stairs, managing to fall through the cracks of the stairwell, and exploding onto the tile floor below. A few other early birds that were making their way into the building, looked at the heap of a mess (me) on the staircase as if I had just thrown a bomb at them. It wasn't like I meant to hurl a can of soda at them and have it explode at their feet. To make matters worse, the cleaning lady who is already there at 7:00 in the morning, and is always grouchy, gave me a look that reminded me of the saying: if looks could kill... I offered to help her clean the mess up, but she insisted that I go to my desk. I tried apologizing, but she just glared at me. Fortunately, the coffee mug I brought with me this morning escaped this episode without a crack. I had to bring a new coffee mug to work today because yesterday my old trusty coffee mug cracked in the microwave, leaving my chai tea latte seeping out the sides of my favorite mug.
After working on a project all morning, I was absolutely starving and ready for lunch. I glanced at the clock and it was 10:30. Only three and a half stinking hours??? I could have sworn it was longer than that...
After reminding my teammates that we missed Boss's Day two days ago, we decided to plan a party for our boss. I volunteered to blow up the balloons. As I began blowing up the first balloon, the balloon slipped out of my fingers, and somehow managed to slap me in the face. I thought balloons usually blew away from you when you let them go. Apparently not all of the time.
By the time 1:30 rolled around (it should have been 3:00, easily), I decided to take a walk downstairs. In a moment of weakness, I bought a new Diet Dr. Pepper and a bag of chips. Feeling guilty but anxious to eat my salt and vinegar chips, I tripped up the stairs - again - dropping my bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper which rolled down the steps and back into the shop that was almost directly in front of it. As I began to peal myself off of the staircase for a second time today, I realized that my chips had attempted to break my fall and were now squished into tiny little crumbs. "Oh my gosh, are you okay???" asked the lady running the shop.
"Oh, just humiliated is all...I don't think the chips survived though..." Figures. I thought to myself. The one time I treat myself to salt and vinegar chips I fall on them.
"Why don't you come in here," she said as she picked up the Diet Dr. Pepper that had rolled by her feet, "I'll get you another Diet Dr. Pepper, and here is another bag of chips. Why don't you take the elevator this time?"
I smiled sheepishly, thanked her profusely, and took the elevator up one flight of stairs. The looks I got from the people who were going to the fourth floor said it all.
"Usually I take the stairs, but I fell twice today, demolished two Diet Dr. Peppers, and squished a bag of chips..."
"Ooooh..." one of them said, "Yeah we saw your fall...You okay?"
"I'm fine. I'm humiliated, but I'm fine."
This has been, by far, the longest Friday ever!
After working on a project all morning, I was absolutely starving and ready for lunch. I glanced at the clock and it was 10:30. Only three and a half stinking hours??? I could have sworn it was longer than that...
After reminding my teammates that we missed Boss's Day two days ago, we decided to plan a party for our boss. I volunteered to blow up the balloons. As I began blowing up the first balloon, the balloon slipped out of my fingers, and somehow managed to slap me in the face. I thought balloons usually blew away from you when you let them go. Apparently not all of the time.
By the time 1:30 rolled around (it should have been 3:00, easily), I decided to take a walk downstairs. In a moment of weakness, I bought a new Diet Dr. Pepper and a bag of chips. Feeling guilty but anxious to eat my salt and vinegar chips, I tripped up the stairs - again - dropping my bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper which rolled down the steps and back into the shop that was almost directly in front of it. As I began to peal myself off of the staircase for a second time today, I realized that my chips had attempted to break my fall and were now squished into tiny little crumbs. "Oh my gosh, are you okay???" asked the lady running the shop.
"Oh, just humiliated is all...I don't think the chips survived though..." Figures. I thought to myself. The one time I treat myself to salt and vinegar chips I fall on them.
"Why don't you come in here," she said as she picked up the Diet Dr. Pepper that had rolled by her feet, "I'll get you another Diet Dr. Pepper, and here is another bag of chips. Why don't you take the elevator this time?"
I smiled sheepishly, thanked her profusely, and took the elevator up one flight of stairs. The looks I got from the people who were going to the fourth floor said it all.
"Usually I take the stairs, but I fell twice today, demolished two Diet Dr. Peppers, and squished a bag of chips..."
"Ooooh..." one of them said, "Yeah we saw your fall...You okay?"
"I'm fine. I'm humiliated, but I'm fine."
This has been, by far, the longest Friday ever!
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