Anyone that has ever read Garfield knows that Mondays suck. Some more than others. Today sucked. I got on the train this morning and started to sit down in my usual seat when I was suddenly hit by a horrible stench. I looked around for the pile of human feces that was the source of the stench but I found nothing. I couldn't looked around a bit more but gave up and just decided to get out at the next stop and change cars. That's when I saw the big pile of dried vomit next to the opposite door. Thankfully, we quickly arrived at the next stop and I got into a car that was not polluted by horrible smells but was polluted by the sound of three fat women talking loudly about how their boss is stupid and they outsmart him at every turn. That must be one dumb motherfucker. Even my iPhone couldn't drown out their cackling.
I got to work and discovered I had a 9 am meeting. I quickly got some breakfast. Oatmeal. Possibly the worst oatmeal I've ever eaten. I couldn't even finish it. After not finishing my breakfast I set out for my early meeting only to arrive at exactly 9 o'clock to see no one else in the room. I sat there for a few minutes before walking around to see where the other potential attendees were. There was no one to be found. As I got back to the meeting room one of the attendees said that she would be in in a second. She arrived at 9:15 am. No one else had arrived. Eventually, we were able to hold the meeting but it did not start until 9:20 am. Awesome.
Thankfully, I didn't have any more meetings in the morning and managed to get some shit done. Of course, I was interrupted about a thousand times by someone coming over to tell me a stupid story about the weekend.
I got to work out at lunch, so that was good.
I had back to back to back meetings in the afternoon and they all ran long and we spent a lot of time talking in circles. Typical meetings.
I came home and looked in the fridge for something to eat. Dee and I brought home leftovers from my parents' house. We spent the weekend there. Unfortunately, the leftovers offered no promise and we need to go to the grocery so I had some Gardetto's Snack Mix.
After finishing dinner, Dee called to tell me that she was almost home from her dress fitting and that she had purchased a Christmas tree. Yes. A Christmas tree. You see, I unceremoniously dumped our old one in the trash. Because it was ugly. Anyway, she needed my help to get it out of her car and into our storage space. She pulled up and I wrestled with the tree in an attempt to get it out of the car. After about five minutes, the tree was finally free of the car and I schlepped it down to our storage area. I opened the compartment and quickly realized that the box would not fit into the storage space. I tried shifting it around in a number of different of ways but to no avail. I had to take the tree out of the box and fit it into the storage space in pieces. Dee came down to see what was taking so long and quickly realized that I was not in good humor. She knows I'm not fond of Christmas decorations and she realized that having to deal with such problems with an unexpected Christmas tree that needs to be jammed into our small storage space was not the best move she could have made. She was right. I was unhappy at best. She tried to apologize by saying, "I love you." I responded by saying, "I'm not ready for that yet." I'm still not sure if I'm ready for that.
Stay tuned for my rant about all the stupid shit that needs to change about planning weddings.