Murphy’s Law
There are some days that are just undeniably ruled by Murphy’s Law.
After muting my alarm clock last night quite unintentionally, I managed to oversleep by two hours this morning. Hurriedly late for work, I rush out the door unshowered dawning a pair of dirty jeans and a crumpled shirt. Late or not, I still stop for my morning Starbucks addiction — which I swear I would not even have if not for the gift card I received at work months ago, it’s all my manager’s fault. Racing out of the parking lot and back onto the road, my car starts making an alarming clicking noise from under the hood on the passenger’s side. After a moment, the noise subsides and I decide to ignore the fact that my car is surely about to explode, I must get to work afterall!
Half-way to Santa Rosa, I realize that my car is running hot so I pull over to the shoulder and turn on the flashers, reluctantly getting out of the car to give things a once over. Like I would even know what I was looking for. Call it a woman’s intuition (or common sense), I check the radiator first to realize that the guys who charged me $400 for what was initially just supposed to be an oil change but turned into Major Maintenance Day didn’t put my radiator cap on all the way. I dig through my trunk trying to find the jug of water that I keep on hand for just such occasions to realize that its lid has come off at some point during my journeys and there is now only a few cups of water sloshing around in it, it would have to do.
Sitting there on the side of River Road with the weight of the overcast skies pushing down on me, it was all I could do not to call my manager right then and turn around to go back home. If I had had his phone number stored in my phone, there is no doubt this is what I would have done. Back on the road and now hauling some serious ass to make up time, I pray that those thick clouds will just fall out and bring some rain. No dice, they just grow thicker and darker but never give it up. After battling many a minivan and luxury suv, I finally pull into the parking lot at work over an hour late and truck it as best I can on my vertically challenged legs to my building to realize that my security badge fell off in my car. I traverse the three parking lots over again to then dig through my car and find my seat had eaten my badge and my pudgy little fingers almost could not get it out from between the seat and the console.
I’ve since been hiding out trying to remain low key in my cube. The sun is out now and there are some things to be thankful for, like the fact that I only spilled coffee on myself once today.
Oh, and Plan Z was initialized last night. How very cryptic and covert, I know. And none of you even know what I’m talking about, but suffice it to say that Plan Z is a very big deal to me and I’m handling Day 1 of Stage 1 of Plan Z pretty well. There just may be hope for my sanity after all.
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