I don't think I ask for much
It's not often that I'll post up something that's good for only a rant, but this is one such occasion. My morning has not been going well.
One could really say that the first two hours of my actual morning began at Katz's Deli (they never close!) over coffee, iced tea, onion rings, and disgusting fried pickles - the latter was not my order. This was a shining example of college life at its finest. The group project that we had more than a month to complete had literally been put off until the last 24 hours, so here we sat, discussing the intricacies of why we can't launch a skittle anywhere (let alone the distance we desired) with the electromagnet supplies we had bought for our trebuchet. In the company of friends? Yes. Fighting to stay awake? Also yes. See any real life drag queens? For the first time in my life... yes.
I was finally washed up and in bed by ~3:30, but no more than an hour later, my alarm clock went off. This is because I somehow thought it smart to get up before the roosters every morning and arrive at work between 6-6:30 a.m. As soon as I sat up, I was sick. There still isn't any indication what portion of my nutritious meal from three hours before was fighting back at me, but fight it did. This caused me to leave the house 15 minutes later than usual, but the rain caused me to be 45 minutes late to work. There was no wreck, no stalled car, and (this week) no plane crash onto the highway. Someone from a northern state once told me that Houston shuts down worse for a light drizzle than most of those cities do for snow. I believe it.
The absolute highlight of my day came when I finally felt well enough to force some breakfast. The healthiest option in the office vending machine appeared to be pretzels, and they were the last bag o' pretzels occupying their prime top row real estate. The last dollar I had went into the machine, but no pretzels came out. I pieced together one dollar more of nickels and dimes to invest my luck on the Veggie Crisps next door knocking them down. I now had a bag of veggie crisps and was two dollars lighter, but no pretzels. Out of vending-sized change, I borrowed 75 cents from Charlie so that I could persuade my pretzels down with the bag of Cheetos on the other side. Now I had Cheetos, Veggie Crisps, was two dollars lighter and seventy five cents in debt, and an empty spot in my heart for the bag of pretzels that refused to fall. With nothing behind them and nothing in front, and apparently no corners caught on the shelf, the pretzels literally appeared to be suspended in thin air. Mocking me. Is one bag of pretzels - never mind that I've already paid for them - too much to ask? Frustrated, I left the bag for whomever is able to earn their keep by getting them out, and enjoyed my 320 calories of cheesy, crunchy goodness.
There is a Toastmasters meeting at lunch today which I am (of course) speaking for, and the presentation of our small wooden wonder is scheduled for 4:15. Right now I'm skeptical whether I'll make it that far.
Editor's Update:
Not ten minutes after the initial blog post, I had the pretzels hostage in my desk drawer. Kelly (who probably figured I'd have a breakdown by the end of the day without my pretzels) went and literally shook down the vending machine until they fell out. Thank you, Kelly!
One could really say that the first two hours of my actual morning began at Katz's Deli (they never close!) over coffee, iced tea, onion rings, and disgusting fried pickles - the latter was not my order. This was a shining example of college life at its finest. The group project that we had more than a month to complete had literally been put off until the last 24 hours, so here we sat, discussing the intricacies of why we can't launch a skittle anywhere (let alone the distance we desired) with the electromagnet supplies we had bought for our trebuchet. In the company of friends? Yes. Fighting to stay awake? Also yes. See any real life drag queens? For the first time in my life... yes.
I was finally washed up and in bed by ~3:30, but no more than an hour later, my alarm clock went off. This is because I somehow thought it smart to get up before the roosters every morning and arrive at work between 6-6:30 a.m. As soon as I sat up, I was sick. There still isn't any indication what portion of my nutritious meal from three hours before was fighting back at me, but fight it did. This caused me to leave the house 15 minutes later than usual, but the rain caused me to be 45 minutes late to work. There was no wreck, no stalled car, and (this week) no plane crash onto the highway. Someone from a northern state once told me that Houston shuts down worse for a light drizzle than most of those cities do for snow. I believe it.
The absolute highlight of my day came when I finally felt well enough to force some breakfast. The healthiest option in the office vending machine appeared to be pretzels, and they were the last bag o' pretzels occupying their prime top row real estate. The last dollar I had went into the machine, but no pretzels came out. I pieced together one dollar more of nickels and dimes to invest my luck on the Veggie Crisps next door knocking them down. I now had a bag of veggie crisps and was two dollars lighter, but no pretzels. Out of vending-sized change, I borrowed 75 cents from Charlie so that I could persuade my pretzels down with the bag of Cheetos on the other side. Now I had Cheetos, Veggie Crisps, was two dollars lighter and seventy five cents in debt, and an empty spot in my heart for the bag of pretzels that refused to fall. With nothing behind them and nothing in front, and apparently no corners caught on the shelf, the pretzels literally appeared to be suspended in thin air. Mocking me. Is one bag of pretzels - never mind that I've already paid for them - too much to ask? Frustrated, I left the bag for whomever is able to earn their keep by getting them out, and enjoyed my 320 calories of cheesy, crunchy goodness.
There is a Toastmasters meeting at lunch today which I am (of course) speaking for, and the presentation of our small wooden wonder is scheduled for 4:15. Right now I'm skeptical whether I'll make it that far.
Editor's Update:
Not ten minutes after the initial blog post, I had the pretzels hostage in my desk drawer. Kelly (who probably figured I'd have a breakdown by the end of the day without my pretzels) went and literally shook down the vending machine until they fell out. Thank you, Kelly!
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