I know I am dramatic, but wednesday was possibly my. worst. day. ever. Any day as an applebuddy is a bad day, admitted. But this was a particularly bad day. I started out at work at 10:30 am. It was INSANELY SLOW at lunch. I made a whopping $8 in 5 hours of work. As I was finishing my chores so I could get out of there, I was carrying a bunch of plates, not any more than normal, but through some sick twist in the laws of physics they began to fall. I'm still not sure what happened, except that I wound up on the ground, in front of a lot of people and covered in dishes. If the embarassment wasn't enough, I actually really hurt my knee in the fall. Awesome. I finally got outta there and began to drive home for my break between shifts. I decided to take highway 89 - which I never do - so I could stop at the North SLC post office. Well, the post office is closed from 1 -2 - I can't mail my package I really needed to mail, great. Now I'm really pissed. Next thing I know, I see coplights in my rear view mirror. Yep, my day just got better. $75 speeding ticket - first since high school - bringing my net income growth for the day to -$69 and my tears cried up to 100.
I was bawling by the time I finally got home. I only had an hour till my next shift at this point and did what often calms me best - reading baking blogs and lusting after delicious delights. Dan picked up on my treat needing and decided to bake up a recipe for me while I was gone. This was an especially heart felt feat being that his experience in our kitchen amounts to microwaving ramen. And he has to ask where the bowls are for that. Nevertheless, despite some difficulties, he produced Pretzel Cookie Bars for me to find when I got home at 10pm (after a bad dinner shift, I'll spare you the details). It was really the act of service that touched me - but that doesn't mean I didn't eat half the pan in attempt to feel better. I wish I was exaggerating.
END OF THE NO GOOD AWFUL VERY BAD DAY
(till the next awfully bad day when I step on the scale after depression induced treat binges...)
7 comments:
Lauren! I'm so sorry! I swear, when it rains it pours! And pours, and pours! And cops are the freakin' worst sometimes. What a sweet guy you have though. Sometimes husbands can indeed be surprising, and in the best ways. ;) Hope the rest of this week is better!
There is always light at the end of the tunnel and yours was in the form of Dan holding a pan of pretzel bars!:)
I think it is time to kick apple bees to the curb! I feel bad if that package was my birthday package you went to all the trouble for! But I love my birthday gift. I wear them all day everyday. No joke. Love you oddles of poodles dearest sissta!
Sorry for the bad day! I hate days like that. I always treat myself to some ice cream or something when things like this happen!
Ha lets just screw our responsibilities, and go to Lake Powell and abduct someones house boat:)... Just for like a week or so! I love you, and am deeply sorry you had such a crappy day. I wish I could have been there to eat the other half!
The No Good Very Bad Day Part II ?!?! I'm not sure I want to know what happened in Bad Day I =/ Just count your blessings for sweets, husbands, good friends and all bad things will come to an end . . . sooner or later - they will, i promise!
i'm so sorry, but those rotten days give us something to laugh at in the couple months, wondering what we did. and good job to dan for cooking, someone needs to teach my husband.
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