So today’s my birthday and it has been just a series of minor, pebble-in-shoe annoyances.
[li]I had to set the alarm for seven am to wake my son up for work, only to have him tell me he works at 9:30 instead of eight. Thanks, son, I almost slept in - that would have been terrible.[/li][li]Did I get breakfast in bed? No. Mrs. Chef eventually made half-hearted noises about making me breakfast and then had the bright idea of ordering breakfast tacos from a local place. Not that this places doesn’t have great tacos, but I COOKED for her on HER birthday. Did I mention that I got to go GET the tacos?[/li][li]Related: The taco place didn’t have any of its excellent brisket, so I had to settle for sausage. Extra calories for something that wasn’t as good.[/li][li]I have been working all day. I could have asked for the day off, but I figured, we can’t go anywhere or do anything, so I might as well make money. Plus my company has this insidious thing they do where personal days, vacation days, etc. don’t count toward overtime - i.e. if I had taken a personal day, time-and-a-half wouldn’t start until I got to the 48-hour mark. Screw THAT. So I’m proofreading stuff on my birthday.[/li][li]and the last thing I did - a 60-plus page document - vanished when I saved it. I can find no record of it at all, which means I have to do it again. But I can’t double-bill the client for something that was (somehow) my fault, so my day just got way longer.[/li][/ul] On the other hand, Mrs. Chef and Lil’ Miss Sous-Chef felt sorry for me about the brisket thing, so they brought back barbecue from their afternoon outing. AND Lil’ Miss Sous-Chef baked me a lemon-raspberry layer cake from scratch. So what am I ranting about?