The Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day

It started, like so many things, the night before. I stayed up late doing laundry and fell asleep sitting on the futon/couch (that by the way is broken...the legs are so bent it's only about 8 inches off the ground now). A while later I woke up, got the laundry, and crashed back onto the couch.
An hour later I got up to fetch a glass of water.
A couple hours later, I woke up to help J prepare for work.
An hour and a half later, I woke up at the time I normally leave for work. "No worries," I thought. "I can still make it." I was a whirlwind getting dressed, which in hindsight may be why moments later I was hugging the toilet, nauseous.

But I still had to get to work. I was opening the store, and if I open it late, I get fired - simple as that. I would still be able to make it in time (luckily, it only takes a few minutes to get the store running).

I soldiered on, got dressed and hurried to the trax station. About half a block away I saw my train pull in. "I'll never make it," I despaired. But when I realized the time, I knew I had to.

I belonged in an action movie. I ran down the block, raced across the street, ran in the path behind the train. I heard the bells sounding the closing of the doors, and as they started to slide shut at the very back of the train, I ninja'd my way in sideways and sat on a seat, proud that something had finally gone right.

Boy, was I wrong. I'd gotten on the wrong train - one that took me back the direction I'd just walked.

I jumped off at the next stop and started hurrying the last half-mile uphill, with 8 minutes left. The nausea was back, but I made it...ish. Technically the doors were open at 10:00, because that's when I walked in the doors.

To make me feel even guiltier, there was a workman waiting for me so he could fix something. And the FedEx guy was there within minutes, who'd had to come back.

But I got the store open, with no penalty so I thought, maybe now my day will go better.

But I didn't feel better. Thank goodness for my awesome boss, who personally rented a water cooler for us in the back. I got a cup and filled it with some water...and immediately dropped it, spilling  all of it on the floor and getting some on a large electrical box (I don't know what it does or what it's for other than that it is electrical and gives off a little heat).
I had to clean it up a little at a time, because I was the only one working and had to be able to see if people came in.

I was feeling so poorly, I determined that when the next person got there I should ask to go home. So I pulled up the schedule and found that there was no one coming in - until 4. This was also when my bladder decided to tell me it was full.

And that was part one. I started feeling better, so I decided to tough it out. The only other things that went wrong were things like papers stapling wrong or things that wouldn't even be noticeable otherwise.

I alternated between feeling fine and feeling sick, and ranked my morning as probably the second worst in my life. I finished my work day, had a disappointing dinner, and wanted to crawl into bed but - of course - company was coming in the morning and I had - as always - left cleaning to the last minute. So with a headache and a grumpy attitude, I cleaned the house and did the last load of laundry. I was nearly done (last load of laundry was in the dryer, living room was picked up and dusted, bedroom was done) when I came across a cake I made last week. We only ate one slice, because brilliant me forgot to follow the high altitude directions. Ever so delighted to be reminded of my failure, I tossed it in the trash.

Oh wait, no I didn't. Instead all the frosting slid off the top and landed in a giant plop on the ground. So I cleaned it up. Then stood up and realized I'd slathered a great deal onto my newly washed jeans.

I washed them off as best I could. Did the dishes. Tired, cranky, an hour past when I'd hoped to be done, I got the laundry out of the dryer and cuddled in the warmth. I flopped on the bed and let it all rest on top of me. And found my day's cherry on top - one of the towels had balled up in the corner of the fitted sheet and refused to dry.

I just pushed it to the side and cried.

Update: I did get the house clean, and I did get some sleep. To top allllll of this off, the next day I went in to work and found I'd gotten secret-shopped during the moment I'd pulled the trashcan out to the floor, just in case. Needless to say, I failed it (something about being distracted). It set in motion a whole train of unhappiness in the company. Huzzah.

But the NEXT day (today) I had the whole day off and didn't do anything. It was fantastic.

NaNoWriMo

Step 1: Remember NaNoWriMo and how you've always thought about doing it.

Step 1 1/2: Realize that for the first time you have an idea you've been kicking around.

Step 2: Think about engaging, non-commitally.

Step 3: Tell a friend. Try to get them to do it with you. Bounce ideas around. Wrinkle out some plot points and thoughts.

Step 4: Get really, really excited about the story! Timeline out some things. Imagine history of society.

Step 5: Hesitate about telling too many people for when you inevitably give up, back out, fail, or fail to start.

Step 6: Spend a few hours researching, installing, and test running no less than 5 different free writing programs.

Step 7: Become excited about this new adventure!

Step 8: Become terrified about this new adventure!

Step 9: Wonder how you will keep your life intact when you barely have a handle on it now, and what the boyfriend will think.

Step 10: Realize this is something thousands of people fail at each year! So no worries, and it's better to give up than never start.

Besides, it was National Coming Out Day when I woke up, so here goes...
Folks, I'm participating in National Novel Writing Month.

And my story...will be EPIC.

http://www.nanowrimo.org/en/whatisnano

Creation

Welp. My life is...good. It is, it's great. But it feels so...stagnant. I feel like I've slid back personally from where I used to be, and am currently at best treading water.

But enough about that - this blog is for hilarity and adventures, not depressive ramblings for my own satisfaction! Besides, I have my own private livejournal for that.

Haha, I'm just kidding. Does livejournal even still exist?

Oh my stars, according to google it does.

ANYHOO. I have come up with a plan to fix this! It is a master plan, created by a genius, for that is what I am.

A CREATOR!

Okay, okay, so I've banned depressive ramblings, but not ramblings altogether. As you may have noticed. Not the point.

The point is, I have decided to get myself out of this funk by creating something everyday. Well...Actually, yes. I was going to say, I should do 7 things a week so if I miss a day...but that wouldn't be enough. It's not about producing something, but creating something. I've decided I need to create every day, because I can find myself or lose myself, whichever I want in the moment, and because it will force me to progress, if only with practice.

I haven't set any limits on this, so it might be music, a home-cooked meal, art, a short story or adding to an ongoing one, a project, SOMETHING that demands something from me. I can't merely procure food or create a clean environment. I think I need to bring something into existence. I feel like this will help me, even when I produce something terrible.

Have no fear, I'm sure there will be plenty of that. But hey, even if it's pretty bad, it's something pretty bad that I made, that wouldn't BE without me.

Maybe I just like playing god :D

Updates

So! I never updated about my bike. It was lovely. I had transportation, I eventually got a helmet, I was free!

Until I got a flat tire. So I bought another one! And a mere few months later, got it fixed. And then the other one went flat. And hey, it was only another 6 months or so before I got that one fixed!

And then one day, I didn't turn fast enough and couldn't stay up on my bike. Everything was fine, I just felt stupid because my first time losing control on my bike was on campus in front of people, and I seriously bruised my shins on the pedals.

And later that very same day...tragedy struck.

RIP Bike

It was a dark and stormy night. (For once, that is completely true!) I hadn't brought a coat, because it was one of those warm days where the lightning storm heralds the beginning of summer, so I was hurrying home to get out of the rain. Down a steep hill. In the dark. A car turned ahead, momentarily blinded me with its headlights, and when I finished shaking the rain/blindness out of my eyes all I could see was one of those short concrete cylinders designed to keep cars from driving on the sidewalk.

And wouldn't you know it, it was remarkably effective at stopping my bike from going any further too.

I, of course, kept moving forward and landed in a huge puddle. Actually, I'm still not mad at myself for crashing because I'm too busy thanking my lucky stars I barely injured myself - didn't even scrape up my palms. Skinned my elbow a bit and stubbed my toe for a few days, and that was all! I'm pretty grateful.

Also, a great friend was kind enough to lend me his old bike, so I'm riding that around! Except I just moved and can't for the life of me find my bike light...

Though to be fair, it doesn't matter much because I broke my holster for it when I crashed my bike last weekend into another bike. This time it just took some apologies and straightening our handlebars, but really. How disastrous can I get?

I'm not sure I want to know the answer to that.

BUT, on the bright side, I did buy a new kit that comes with a front and back light! Just need to get batteries and install them. 

I'm sure it will happen relatively soon, in the grand scheme of things.

I Cut All My Hair Off!

Seriously, almost all of it.

Pro:
It's totally hot.

Con:
Sunburns on the back of my neck.

Pro:
It'll never be a place I have to wear clothing over!

Con:
...that means everyone can see that it's peeling.

I HAVE ESCAPED!

I am free of a job that sucks the soul right out through my fingers and drains my lifesource to their vast storage pits in hell, and have moved on to a job with lovely people who appreciate me. And it's just a quick bike ride away, in a lovely new shopping center.

Huzzah.

That is all.