It's pretty safe to say that for me, the first hour after I've woken up is pretty indicative of whether or not I'm going to have a good day. I usually like to wake up an hour before I leave the house, take my time getting ready, and watch a little Nip/Tuck. This morning, however, I thought it better to snooze and then turn off my alarm entirely. Good. Really. I woke up frantically at 6:12, forgot to brush my teeth (sorry.... everyone I've talked to today), and because I didn't have enough time to straighten my hair, have been dealing with a really rambunctious cowlick that has decided to flirt with the ceiling ever since.
Out of the house by 6:40 AM and only 10 minutes behind, I was proud of myself for making up so much time I had lost. That feeling of success was short-lived, though. As I hit the road, I assumed that since it was raining and not snowing, I didn't have to use four-wheel drive. My mother had even warned me last night about "Black Ice," a thing I obviously didn't believe. When my mother says things like that (i.e. "we can't get onto our internet because it's Sunday night and everyone is on their computers), without listening I immediately discredit it, giving it not another thought. Good idea Chels, because this morning I was literally less than a foot away from hitting a car almost as I got to work, and this was after beginning to brake with 5 car spaces in front of me. Thank God I didn't hit it. What a crappy way to start out the day THAT would have been.
Though I thought I was in the clear, I was not. When I parked, I grabbed my three (yeah, three) bags to bring from the car to the office and apparently was walking too hastily. When I stepped down one stair everything went to hell. My foot slipped out from under me, lunch bag went flying (and subsequently a banana that I had in one of my bags ended up rolling down the slight hill next to the stairs. It is.. still there), and I landed flat on my right hip. I was stunned. Isn't it the weirdest thing to fall? All of a sudden you're five feet four inches lower than you should be, and more often than not some point of impact is throbbing. I even laid there for a moment, contemplating whether or not that REALLY just happened, and that I'm REALLY going to be walking around for the next half hour with a large wet spot down the right side of my ass. All I could mutter aloud, though, was a defeated "God." To top it all off, one of my superiors was the only other person around! So that's cool. He's awkward, and all he said was "That was quite a fall." Nice bedside manner, though I don't think that's a managerial requirement.
Needless to say I'm glad today's "Friday."
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