2017 is not starting out well for me! Which normally I would keep from all you nice people, but there is a good chance it is going to start affecting my posting schedule, so I thought I might as well tell you. Plus, I kind of wanted to vent.
So far, each day of 2017 has been worse than the last for me. I’m kind of scared of what’s going to happen tomorrow.
On Jan. 1 I had a tummy ache and a headache. Which is normal for Jan. 1, I don’t drink alcohol (because it tastes yuchy!), but I do hit the snack food and sparkling grape juice a bit heavily on New Year’s Eve, which makes New Year’s Day always a bit of a challenge.
(This is me, except with sparkling grape juice instead of alcohol. And feeling vaguely queasy the next day, instead of vomiting blood in an alley)
On Jan. 2, I forgot to have breakfast, was slammed at work and so missed lunch, and then went out to a fancy dinner with family where our orders were delayed and mine was messed up, so I ended up not eating anything for 24 hours. Not the greatest day.
(This was me, except not at all)
On Jan. 3, yesterday, my landlord called to tell me they needed emergency access to my apartment because of a leak in the unit below. And then called back to say they had to take up my kitchen floor to reach the pipes. And then called back to say the problem was more extensive than expected, they may have to take up the bathroom floor too. And then called again to say they were moving half my furniture into the unit across the hall, and did I have anywhere I could stay for the next few days because the living room/bedroom floor had to go too.
(This was not my reaction. Because I am not as noble and enduring as Nargis)
This morning, after getting 6 hours of sleep in my parent’s guest room (thank goodness they live near by, so I was able to move in there after doing a commando raid on my poor apartment to rescue some clothes and my laptop!), I stumbled out the door for my regular commute to work and promptly got on the wrong train. After a nice little tour of the Chicago suburbs, I made it back to the right train and the right stop and hopped off and ran over to get coffee so I wouldn’t accidentally burn down my office building or something. And just as I got to the register, I realized that I had left my wallet in my parent’s guest room. I must have looked pretty rough at this point, because the counter person took pity on me (Thank God!) and gave me my order for free. Now I am going to see if I can borrow cash from my boss for lunch, and then stumble back to the guest room at the end of the day and hopefully avoid any other disasters.
(Me, by this point. The counter guy looked nothing like Sunny Deol, but I might have been willing to marry him if he promised me safety and free coffee for life)
Anyhoo, I’m thinking there is no where to go but up, right? But just in case the internet goes out at my parents, or their apartment burns down with my laptop inside, or I never find my wallet and slowly starve to death, I wanted to let you know why the blog posting may slow down a bit over the next few days.