This morning was not a good morning for me.
I woke up on time but when I went to put on the outfit I had ironed and laid out the night before, I decided that I didn’t want to wear it. I thought it looked a bit too dressed up for the office I’m working in today so I changed the top to a lightweight sweater but kept the black skirt. Unfortunately I couldn’t wear the heels I was going to wear because they didn’t go with the sweater. I switched to a pair of heeled boots, put my lunch in my purse grabbed my keys and off I went. I got to the street before my heel, the one that I just had fixed, broke. So I had to run/hop back upstairs and change my heeled boots to my clunkier ones.
I left the house thinking how lucky I was that I was close enough to home to change my shoes. Sure it’s a pain that my heel broke, but it could have been so much worst, I thought to myself.
I finally ended up at work, and while waiting for the elevator I stepped back to let someone pass and I was attacked by the bow of a Christmas wreath. Seriously, the thing just sort of clomped on to my hair and wouldn’t let go. I stood there and tried to extract my knotted tendrils from the deadly bow while people walked by and laughed! No one offered to hold my coffee or my bag, not a single person offered to help. I ended up sloshing coffee in my hair and down my back as I yanked the offending bow and attached wreath off of the wall. At this point the security guard comes around and tells me that I can’t take the wreath down.
Are you kidding me?!
All I could do was stare at him while I tried not to spill even more of my coffee as I juggled my cup, my purse and this wreath. What pissed me off even more was that I could not give him the “death glare” right to his face, instead I could only manage as far as his upper chest. Why? Because that wreath was so damn heavy that my head was tilted way off to left. Surrounded by laughter and a pissed off guard I finally managed to rip the bow out of my hair and handed the wreath back to the security guard. I pushed the elevator button (thank god one was already on the ground floor), walked into the mirrored elevator and got a wonderful 360 degree look at my now frizzed and teased hair.
And people wonder why I refuse to decorate my home for Christmas.
