Every now and again, I have days that would rival a half hour of Seinfeld.  I think these happen to me specifically to blog about, but that doesn’t mean I find them any less frustrating.

First and foremost, where in the hell is my snow day?  Sure, things look white outside, but it is misleading.  And there are slick spots (I personally found two.. and fell).  But does the City of Huntsville cut me any slack by closing roads and/or schools?  NO.  So I still had to get my happy ass out of bed at o’dark-thirty, only to find out..

.. that our heater had gone out.  I mean, our bedroom is ALWAYS cold, and in anticipation of a half-empty bed, I had put extra blankets on last night.  But when I left the bedroom, I noticed that the rest of the house was downright chilly as well.  And the thermostat read 52.  NICE.  So I called the landlord, after searching for his number, and he gave me the number of his heating guy.  I call them.  “We’ll be right there!” they said.

So I waited.  And waited.

Since it was 6:45 when I called, I thought SURELY they would be there by 7:30.  Nope.  So when 7:20 rolled around (and I’m usually at work by this point), I called back.  “Oh, we’re booked all day,” the lady said.  “It would probably be this afternoon when we got over there.”

Right there, I angrily tell her, does not mean later this afternoon.

So I’ll be at home this afternoon.  Waiting.

Half of our workforce is not here today, because of.. well, I really don’t know why.  I drove thirty minutes in; why couldn’t everyone?  And the schools didn’t close, so you can’t even say that they had to take care of the kids. (Because that was going to be my excuse, too.)

Oh, and perhaps my favorite part?  As I was snuggled on the couch, waiting for the heating guy to arrive, our over-friendly cat came over and “bonked” me on the forehead.  Then I was throwing make-up on at the last minute because the heating guy had messed up my day, I noticed my face was itchy.  Not winter-weather-dry-skin itchy, but ITCHY.  Oh, that would be in part to the brand-new 10 flea bites across my brow.  Great.

It’s not even nine.  I hope this is all the whining I have to do today, because frankly, I’m exhausted.