11:36 a.m.,
Oct. 03, 2003
Ugh, so major drama at work yesterday. I don't want to get into it, but it was so bad, I got a free lunch out of it from a supervisor and my boss patted me on the shoulder and told me to have a Jack and Coke for him when I got home.
Even this did not make up for all the crap we went through yesterday. But on the upside, I walked out of a meeting for the first time, which is something everyone should experience (I guess). And I had only my second breakdown since I started working here - and it took place entirely in the bathroom! Go me.
I also spoke with a physical therapist at my running class last night and...guess who has tendinitis? That's right, I do! So another week of rest and icing, and I should be back on the track. (Get it? Like back on track, but on the track, 'cos I'm running? Heh heh. I am so hilarious I can barely stand to be around myself.)
Uh, anyway. It was kind of a bad day. Kind of? It was a bad day. It even started out bad - I got to the bus stop to discover I had no money on my transit card and no cash. So I had to run home and grab Keith's transit card. (which, incidentally, I have here with me at work. Oops.) Then when I finally got to bus stop #2, about five minutes early for the bus that will get me to work only slightly late, but not too bad, said bus passes me. So I hail a cab. Now, according to the sign posted in every freaking cab in the city of Chicago, they are supposed to take credit cards. My cab didn't, so I had to stop at an ATM and get cash.
And I was still 20 minutes late.
But today is a new day, and it is Friday, which means I don't have to be here for two whole days. And I have tickets to see Hot Hot Heat tonight, although that pesky tendinitis might get in the way of my dancing.
It won't stop my drinking though.