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A week so bad, you can only laugh

24 Aug

The universe hated me this week.

*Sunday night, I forgot to set up my coffeepot. So no coffee Monday morning.

*Monday night, I remembered to set up the coffeepot, but I forgot that the timer had reset itself. So it brewed at midnight. No coffee Tuesday morning.

*Monday, I went home sick at noon because I had the worst stomach-ache. On my way home, I got my very first speeding ticket.

*I woke up Monday with a crick in my neck; I couldn’t look over my left shoulder. Which made washing my hair difficult. And the pain didn’t go away.

*Tuesday, I could look over my shoulder, but my neck and shoulders were so tight, they hurt. So I got a massage (first one in probably five years) thinking that would loosen me up. It didn’t. So I was cranky that I spent that money without it helping. (Although yoga helped a bit.)

*Wednesday, I spilled my coffee at work. Luckily I was able to move out of the way, otherwise I would have had a lap full of coffee.

*Payday was Wednesday. Every payday, I take out cash to use as my spending money for the next two weeks. At lunch that day, I went to the ATM. And forgot my PIN. After literally 16 years of having the same PIN (I know, I know), I just forgot it. Had to go to the bank to have them reset it. And after I did that, I remembered the PIN.

*Thursday, I accidentally erased some work on a spreadsheet I was working on. And in trying to do “Undo” numerous times, I screwed it up more and had to start over on the whole thing.

*Thursday, I read the FDA notice about the almond butter and peanut butter recall. They were recalled for possible salmonella contamination. Turns out, my almond butter was in that. It could explain why my stomach hurt all week and why it stopped hurting when I stopped eating the almond butter!

*Friday, I knocked over my coffee at work again. Luckily the lid was on so it didn’t spill.

cranky-pants

I was really cranky at the beginning of the week from all this, but by the end I had to just laugh. I mean, what else could I do?

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