(don’t remember where I first ran across that, but it seems to fit here)
What a sucky day. So far anyway. Here’s the deal:
It’s my birthday. (hoo rah) Normally Mr. S. and I celebrate our birthdays by him taking the day off work (I’m self-employed) and we go and have fun for the day. BUT:
(1) Mr. S got downsized in February. There was a package, so he didn’t go on unemployment (read: have to start looking for work) until a few weeks ago. Last week he started with a temp agency, and since they offered him some work this week, and because unemployment frowns on people turning down work, he took two shifts yesterday and today. Yesterday was 4 am to 4 pm, and when he got home, he was beat. Today was 7 to 3, but I don’t think he’ll have recovered much. PLUS:
(2) I make jewelry and sell it at festivals in the summer. This weekend is our first big event of the year – a three-day weekend, and we’ll be tent camping for the first time. Lots of preparation, planning, thinking. Plus Mr. S. has been designing and building new displays – lots of planning, thinking, running to the lumberyard, etc. There were some problems, and a lot ended up being done at the last minute. So instead of six completed racks, I have five, one of which is not completely painted (raw pine instead of black). This caused last-minute refiguring to decide how I’m going to have everything out for viewing. ARGH! AND:
(3) Because Mr. S is working today (my birthday), I had to deliver puppydog Phyllis to my mom’s for puppysitting while we’re gone – a 60 mile drive, and did I mention she gets carsick if she’s not on someone’s lap? She barfed not once but three times along the way, because we forgot to take up her food last night. I had to borrow rubber gloves from my mom to clean it up, and I still have to go out there and hose it with cleanser, since she barfed on my seat in the van. Now that I’m home, I also get to figure out how to load the van with all the new stuff, plus add camping gear. And load it all, probably, too. ALSO:
(4) Neither my darling hubby nor my mother, both of whom I have seen today, even wished me a happy birthday today. True, my mom sent me a fun card that arrived yesterday, but when I thanked her for it after dropping Phyllis off, she couldn’t even remember what it looked like. Darling hubby just gave me the usual “I’m off to work, bye” smooch on his way out. I know he’s tired and there’s a lot on both our minds lately with this big festival. I don’t expect a big present, because he’s still basically out of a job. But a “Happy birthday, dear” and a little snuggling before he got out of bed would have done a lot to improve my mood. (Should I wait and see if he remembers at all when he gets home? I’m laying 50/50 odds.) THERE’S MORE:
(5) I ran a bunch of dumb errands, then had lunch at the mall by myself on the way home from Mom’s. (She asked if I wanted to do lunch, but the mall was “too far” for her to go for lunch.) My big birthday meal was a 1 Potato 2. (Tonight’s plan is to eat up the leftovers in the fridge. Oh boy yum.) And they forgot my sour cream, dammit. Traffic was a bastard the entire day – people cutting me off, construction, cement trucks in front of me. ALMOST FORGOT:
(6) My brand-new Dell laptop is sitting on the desk behind me. It just got here yesterday. But I won’t be able to start seriously futzing with it (set up on my network, install software, customize, etc.) until well into next week.
I dunno – did I get it all? Nothing earth-shattering, just a bunch of irritations piling up on my birthday of all days, which I usually plan to be a fun day. So far it’s been nothing but pissy. All I can say is, I better be sitting on a stack of empty racks and a pile of cash after this weekend, dammit!!
HAPPY FRIGGING BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! :mad:
