Seriously, guys, I wish I was making this shit up, but instead, I’m embracing and sharing and using this to show JUST HOW MUCH I NEED TO NOT BE AT WORK FOR A FEW DAYS.

After I had lunch with my sister, I drove back to work.  I actually was pretty sleepy, to be honest.  As I was walking through the parking lot, a gentleman was walking slowly with very dark shades on and something moving beside him at a leisurely pace.  I even noticed the fluorescent orange tag/vest-thingie.

And I thought, “HOORAY!  A SERVICE DOG!”

So as I got closer, I said, “Sir, I know I’m not supposed to because he’s working, but can I please pet him?”

AND IT WAS A FREAKIN’ LAPTOP BAG.

Y’all.. seriously.

SO.  I was faced with a decision at this point.  What do I do next?

If you chose Stick with the role and pet the laptop bag and just PRAY you never have to work with this man who has abnormally dark Transitions® lenses, YOU’D BE DAMN RIGHT.

::DEEP BREATH::

I am on vacation tomorrow.  I feel like Chevy Chase in National Lampoon’s Vacation, because I am just insistent on relaxing, and do you know how stressful it is to cram so much relaxation into such a short period?  Especially when there’s shit to do?  ARGH, AM HAVING A PANIC ATTACK NOW JUST THINKING ABOUT THE RELAXATION I MUST ACHEIVE BEFORE MONDAY.

.. any-hoo..

I am having a Monday morning on this Wednesday morning.  This morning, it is involving money.  I don’t know if you people know it, but moving is frickin’ expensive.  It doesn’t matter if you move it all yourself, and you have plenty of money going into the move.. you will inevitably spend money moving.  We have done it.  Alas, it is the plight of THE MOVE.

To ease our minds, I decided to pay off a 401k loan last week.  I FedEx’d a cashier’s check, as was specified on their website, and called today to verify it.  And they’re putting a 14 day hold on it.  A CASHIER’S CHECK.  Which is not the point of a cashier’s check.  If they were going to do that, I’d have saved the fee of a cashier’s check and sent them my own damn check.

So I called to inquire.  They were all, yeah, that’s weird, hm, let’s put in a trouble ticket to research that.  Someone will contact you in 7 BUSINESS DAYS.  Well, hell.  That’s almost the length of the hold.

So I’m giving them three hours, and then I’m calling back.  Rinse and repeat.

I so need a couple of days off.  I was telling Bryan that I so often feel that this job (for now, anyway) means people only contact me when something is wrong.  And you can’t please all of the people all of the time.  You’re lucky if two of them are pleased.  You can give ‘em puppy dogs and candy and they’ll still complain about fleas and cavities.

Ah, well.  C’est la vie.  No one was ever perfect at their job within a month.  Right?

I can’t let today go by without mentioning how wonderful it all is.

I hate to be the little Miss Sunshine when it so often feels like the world’s gone to pot, but this morning was just a reminder of how amazing it all is.  I love even the imperfections in our little life.

The weather was so mild this morning.  In the 60s, on the first morning of July.  The dogs were running in happy circles all over the backyard.  The baby was squealing in his exersaucer, dancing with the intermittent music of his playthings.  Bryan was having a leisurely breakfast of toast and grits and chocolate milk.  I was being lazy.

It was just a Tuesday, not worthy of any celebration.

But we are so blessed.