Not My Day

Well, it started out okay...

Woke up at 7:59 and started working. I was looking forward to the projects I had planned to during work, and really looking forward to a fun-filled weekend we've planned.

Then the Excel project I worked on all morning crashed, and somehow hadn't saved. So I started again at square one. Sigh. But Josh came home for lunch and helped me with a few spreadsheety problems, and I was able to send it where it needed to go. Not too painful.

After lunch, however, I started to feel yucky. Nothing life-threatening, just yucky. I figured I'd lie down and get some energy back, so headed upstairs with Riley for a nap.

Then my phone started ringing. I stumbled out of bed, but couldn't find it anywhere... not in my laptop bag, my office, under couch cushions... and yet I could still hear it ring. The sound was coming from the kitchen, but again it wasn't anywhere to be found. After significant further investigation (and another missed call) I finally found it.

In the trash.

In an old Wendy's bag.

And who had been calling me? Oh right, the coworkers that I'd set up a meeting with. Had I remembered that I had a Friday afternoon meeting? No. Had I prepared for it? No.

*Sigh*

Thankfully they were gracious and rescheduled for Monday. Hopefully I'll be able to get my head on straight again soon!