It was an Omen...

You may all remember the Kevin Bloody Wilson song from a few weeks ago (it's at the bottom of the post)... That song is on my phone (my phone is also an MP3 player). This morning, I got in the truck to go to work, I hear the song start to play. I laughingly said "that's an omen..." Sadly, it WAS an omen for how the day was going to end up going....

First off, I woke this morning to the news of a relationship ending. I have very mixed emotions about it and intend to stand by the friend who will be walking a path I've walked before. If I can help and point out potential pitfalls and or time/sanity savers, I certainly will. I know, though, that she has worked very hard to save things and I also know that at some point you just have to step back and admit that no amount of work is going to make a difference.

Also, there is drama happening that I won't go into the details of here but it was sparked by Mr. Exman. There are people involved who think there is a very simple answer to the issue and that answer just is not viable. There is a backlash that's kicking MY ass here and this is really not something that is MY issue. This isn't something I created. It is not my problem to solve and this is a continuation of a decade and a half pattern of people being upset with me about things that are not really my issue to solve and, frankly, if I had made Mr. Exman deal with his shit back then, maybe he'd be more prepared to step up to the plate and deal with it now.


Work today was a continuation of the clusterfuck that was begun yesterday and promises to continue into tomorrow. I have 17 days to come up with and execute a "Family Friendly Outdoor Summer Activity", on a Saturday, for the company I am working at... plus, come up with a viable "rain alternative". That sounds like something that someone would post on FML... (I'd been asking for WEEKS for the date for this event and just found out today...)

I had to do the breakroom stockup shopping this morning. They're doing construction on the building I work in so we have to use antoher, much less convenient, door to enter and leave the building. So, as I walked toward the door, laden with a very heavy small rolling cart, a heavy bag and a big flat of baked goods, I realized that the door was going to be an issue. As I juggled things around to try to open the door, there was a guy standing behind me. I noticed him when he sighed a very grumpy sigh. I stepped aside to let him in the door and instead of being POLITE and/or HELPFUL and holding the door he could see I was having difficulty opening he opened the door and walked through briskly. I tried to catch the door but it shut too quickly and so I had to juggle things around and hope they'd stay balanced long enough to let me get in the door. Once in, I had to manuver into the tiny hallway, swipe my security card and then try to grab the door and hold it open as I wrestled myself, rolling cart and packages through. As I walked down the hallway, a man approached on the same side of the hallway from the opposite direction. There is NO WAY that he could have NOT seen me. Instead of him moving to the other side of the hallway, he flattened himself against the wall with an annoyed sigh as I passed. WTF, mister? I have both my hands full, am manuvering a heavy cart which is not easy to just suddenly change directions with and he would rather be grumpy and flatten himself against the wall than move to the other side of the hallway!

It should not feel like a long week on a Tuesday. Hope your day was better than mine, Internetz!