It’s Monday. If you’re going to have a Bad Hair Day, I suppose you might as well get it over with the beginning of the week.
But here’s the thing. I had a Bad Hair Day yesterday, too, when I started in on the work week at 6:30 a.m., merrily zipping along and expecting to catch up on a number of items and… drum roll please… to get a tiny bit ahead!
Ah, but the gremlins of technology were not in agreement.
As I felt the knots in my stomach (and likewise in my hair as I was pulling it out), with my Internet up and down, my Brilliant Weekend Work Plan was bogged down in unexpected snafus. Yours truly remained stubbornly resolved to address them, as a gorgeous autumn day appeared and then disappeared.
I was crestfallen.
On a side note… what a fantabulous word. I’ve always wanted to say I was “crestfallen.” But I have no crest. Must I add designing one to my list of to-do’s?
The fact is, I lost about two hours yesterday due to techno-snarls here and there, but it felt like oh-so-much more as it occurred interruptively and because I wanted to read my newspaper, take a walk, eat gooey and emotionally satisfying foods (there were none in the house), and in general, I did not want to spend the day working.
Run-on sentence, I know.
Bad Hair Day, remember?
I’m thinking I need to reinstate Complaint Department Monday. Oh, I haven’t anything serious to kvetch about, but I do resent the accumulation of details that tends to weigh heavily on our shoulders and darken the doorstep of what is theoretically to be a breather, also known as the weekend… and some stumble over into Monday.
Run-on sentence number Two. ‘Nuff said.
And I still want gooey not-good-for-me food. However, as I haven’t budged from my laptop in some 30+ hours (except to grab a few zzzzs), there are still no soul-soothing, palate-pleasing goodies in the house.
(I’m crestfallen, and I can’t get up?)
Consequently, in order to fight the Bad Hair Day Doldrums that I do not wish to overtake my week, I am going to make myself an enormous (and strong) pot of French Roast, in order to assuage the universal powers of provocation and find peace in my dose of caffeine and another glorious, crisp day that awaits.
Is anyone else having a Bad Hair Day? A Bad Hair Month? Any complaints you’d care to share? (The DPOC Complaint Department does not judge.)
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Whining about stuff never seems to make me feel any better. In fact, I think it makes me feel worse, like digging the hole deeper. If things seem snarled here I tend to go for a walk – the fresh air seems to clear the cobwebs. I always seem to have a mile long to do list (even in retirement) and if one thing can’t be done, there are always others. Perhaps the universe is telling you to Get the Hell Off Your Computer It’s the Weekend? Non-technical stuff like gardening or making the bed can be amazingly soothing after wrestling with technology and losing. I try not to keep those comforting snack foods (cheese and crackers for me) in the house either. I’m such a salt fiend that I can find some satisfaction in salted apples and oranges; it’s a compromise… Hope you get your hair under control again soon!
Hmmm…..don’t even get me started. Did you know my boomerang children are back? I vote we chuck the computer, adjust out attitudes, drink some wine and go shoe shopping! In exactly. that. order. 🙂
Mercury was retrograde until Sunday — the beginning and end of M.R. are always a pain in the follicles, as far as I’m concerned. And I’m a double-Gemini, so I never manage to escape, even with my fingers shoved in my ears and shouting “la, la, la” at the top of my lungs.
As for the desire for gooey food coupled with the inability to get out of the house to get any, I feel a business plan coming on. Want to get in on the ground-floor of a “Gooey-to-Go” delivery service? 😉
“Gooey-to-Go” sounds heavenly, Rubiatonta!