Everything about today was filled with misery from the moment I stepped out of the door. My coffee lacked, maybe sugar, I am not sure but it tasted way off. Being so very close to the time that I was supposed to be AT work I chugged it down for the sole jittery energy and kick I needed to start the day.
Thank God. Because I arrived to the veterinary office to a defrosting cooler and a dead dog that needed, to be, well – held until it went for cremation. Oh, stop it. Come on, where do you think they go when they get euthanized or die? Well, we keep them in the back in a freezer until they are picked up by the place that does the cremation. And the cooler was defrosted and dripping when I arrived. So the corpse was loaded in the back of my car and I taxied him to the crematorium this morning before it got hot. Or smelly. Keep in mind my car is black, with super dark tinted windows. And with my sick sense of humor it did occur to me, more than a few times during the fiasco, that I was a genuine doggy hearse. Fantastic start to the day. The only thing that could have possibly topped off my morning was if I was PULLED OVER with a body bag in the back. Now that would have been FANFACKINGTASTIC. I told you – my morning SUCKED.
So, then I encounter a rather PISSED off smooshed face fluffy cat with more than a little attitude that proceeded to do THIS to my poor hand.
Then I painted at work and got paint on my pants. Not that I don’t have other pants. But these don’t make my hiney, look, oh, like a shelf butt. Does anyone say hiney anymore?
Then my poor Violet is still teething.
THEN, I go to get a ridiculous coffee drink chocked full of calories to soothe my wounded spirit, and the girl at Starbucks is snippy with me. I hate Starbucks, but it was close, and I was cranky. It was, oh, 6:45pm and they close at 8 ( yes I live in retirement land) and there were no other customers and she made it clear she didn’t feel like dealing with any. So, I ignore the snippiness and order my beverage and try to kill her with kindness. Then I watched her pour the mix for my drink into the cup, and apparently there wasn’t enough and so she grabbed something else and poured it in my cup to fill it up. So, I ask her.
Me: Excuse me, are you out of what I ordered?
Starbucks Monster: There was only a little bit left so what is the difference?
So, my eyes well up with tears and I tell her never mind, and run off to find my dear husband, embarrassed though I can’t figure out why and frustrated to high heavens with the course of my day. And no caffeine to boot.
That sucks. Did I mention my mother-in-law is in town? Your day was still better then that!
That’s funny. I actually used the words “terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day” to describe my day yesterday too. But it did at least not involve dead dogs (or mother-in-laws).
I hope today and the weekend treat you a lot better!
Oh, girl. I’m sorry about your “terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day”! I know the weekend will be better!
That is a horrible day! I’m so sorry — and, you were much more gracious to that Starbucks girl than I would have been. I’m very impressed.
I’m sorry you had such a terrible day! I love star bucks and have never had a problem like that before. I think it’s terrible someone would treat you like that. And your poor hand. ouch! I know what it’s like though I’ve got cats and I’ve got the scratches to prove it. I hope you had a better day today and a great rest of the week.