bite me

My day started out relatively uneventful.  Got up, had my morning milk and did some jigsaw puzzle while I waited for 10 o'clock.  I was heading over to Shopwise to do some grocery shopping.  When I got there, I rummaged around my bag to look for my grocery list and as always, realized that I had left it on the dining table.  *strike one*

What was supposed to be a 30-minute dash to the supermarket to get the stuff I needed ended up as a 2-hour thing.  I had to wait around for the roast chicken because I had my heart set on it for baon and corn & carrots.  *strike two*

So I waited.  And ended up buying some other stuff I know wasn't on my list…like pizza crust, chips, chocolates. *strike three*

At the check out counter, the girl asked if I wanted to get a reusable bag.  She said all my items that fit into the bag would automatically earn me double points.  Since they were selling the bag for 99.75 (really if they're that concerned with the environment, shouldn't they be giving this to cardholders for free??) and I wasn't in the mood to lug all my groceris in one bag, I decided not to get one…yet. *strike four* (what's a hundred bucks compared to the environment right?)

So I got home, rushed through packing the baon and gobbling down lunch, took a quick shower and left the house.  Two of the elevators were out of service.  The only one that was working passed me by and went straight up to the penthouse floor then came down painstakingly going through every floor.  By the time it reached my floor, there was barely room for two more.  So when it came to the 11th floor and I saw a guy, 1 big American and a girl waiting and they all insisted on boarding the elevator, I knew we were beyond capacity.  And I was right.  The elevator refused to budge.  Annoyed to my toes, I opened to elevator and told the newcomers to get off since we were overloaded and that they'd have to wait for the next round.  At this point, I didn't care much about being nice.  I was getting really hot with in the crowded elevator and I was getting late. *strike five*

As I was walking to work, I felt something slide.  To my utter dismay, I saw that the rubber of the heel of my shoe (the one I had fixed just last week) was falling off again. *strike six* (it's a good thing my boyfriend was still on his way to work so he was able to buy me a bottle of mighty bond.  Thanks b!)

Work was the pits.  Issues opened since last week still unresolved.  I wasn't in the best of moods to work at all.  On top of that I ended up picking a fight with my boyfriend…almost.  Hormones can be such a bad thing. *strike seven*  (it's a good thing he reminded me that this month would be a record-breaking first without our "monthly" fight

One good thing about today?  no curlywurlies for me.