Ok, so maybe the title of this post is SLIGHTLY dramatic, but it's one of those days where I feel like I can't catch up, no matter how fast I run. I feel slightly dizzy and short of breath. Is this a mild anxiety attack?
I should have known my day would be more bad than good when I saw two very odd things while on the bus into Minneapolis this morning.
The first was a hearse in the Quarry McDonald's drive-thru (so ... you're either on your way to picking up a dead person or dropping off a dead person and you have the sudden urge for a Sausage McMuffin? Seriously?) and then I saw three adults, shivering in the biting 10-degree cold, puffing on cigarettes RIGHT NEXT to the Cancer Survivor's Park on Marquette.
Um, isn't that sort of ... I don't know ... disrespectful?
The heat wasn't working on the bus and my toes went numb (should've worn my winter boots), and when I got to my desk I had four voicemail messages and 26 emails — only ONE "fun" email from my friend Amy, the others from clients — complete with one email marked "high priority" with that annoying red exclamation point and a subject line of "NEW TEXT - please don't get me fired" from a client who has now officially earned "diva" status.
It was all downhill from there.
On the bright side (there's always a silver lining, right?!), I didn't snap at anyone or break down in tears or get up and walk out, and I **think** I was nice to my coworkers, even though I felt irritable. Whenever we felt frustrated, we laughed.
I figure if you can't laugh, you might cry, so you gotta laugh.
Plus I enjoyed a phenomenal Greek salad and chocolate chip cookie for lunch. And I ate the whole cookie, even though it was nearly as big as my head.
And I don't even feel a little bit guilty about it.
Because sometimes it's the little things—like having a sense of humor and enjoying a giant chocolate chip cookie— that help get you through the day.