I haven't been on here to blog in 5 whole days? Where did 5 days go and why isn't it the weekend yet?
So many fantastical things to write about occurred over 5 days! I should write about those things!!
But I won’t.
Instead I will write about the thing that is most present on my mind at this exact moment. That is that I am currently covered in coffee.
I’m not talking a little spill on my pants, or a drip on my shirt. No, no. Head to toe people… Head to Fucking Toe.
So, as I previously mentioned, I am notoriously late for work. SO often in fact that it is a running joke with, well let’s be real here, almost everyone I know. So, I am trying to get up earlier because recently it has gotten worse. I have consistently been between 15 to 30 minutes late for work every morning for the last two weeks, (okay month an a half). Recently I’ve been thinking, I gotta make a change here, I mean, I used to make it on time at least twice a week! So last night I set my alarm a half hour early, and on top of that the husband has to get up earlier this morning. I DID IT! I got up early, and was out of the house in time to get coffee AND be 30 minutes EARLY for work.
Soooooooo drive through chick hands me a steaming cup of coffee which I pull into the vehicle where the lid on the cup promptly POPS THE FUCK OFF. This ruins the structural integrity of the cup, thereby causing my hand to squeeze the cup together, causing a liquid surge upwards…and outwards. Imagine if you will, a fountain of coffee between me and my steering wheel. It probably would have been quite pretty, and damn funny had I instead been standing outside the vehicle, at say, the drive through window. To her credit the chick did not laugh. While, because it happened to me I was nine kinds of mad, I can't say in her position that I would have been able to hold in belly rolls of laughter.
There is now coffee: On the Steering wheel; on the floor; on the passenger seat; on the gear shift; IN the gearshift; in a pool in the cup holders; on the floor mats; on the dash; in my hair; all over the front of my coat; up my coat sleeve to a borrowed white shirt, (psst- you didn’t want this one back did you?); all over my right leg; on my shoes; even on my socks. I haven’t been to the bathroom to check my underwear yet but I wouldn’t be shocked to find coffee.
Wait a minute you say, you are coffee drenched and still went to work?
You think I’m going to let coffee stop me from getting to work EARLY???
NUH-UN people! I was NOT going home to change only to end up at work just as late as ever!!!
So here I am, coffee drenched clothes slowly drying, sipping my replacement coffee, writing this blog as I wait for my work to process (had throw that in there, my accountant thinks I’m slacking) while I repeat a mantra to myself, thedaywillgetbetterthedaywillgetbetterthedaywillgetbetter.
I think I am doing quite well, taking the high road, picking myself up, dusting off the coffee and saying, screw you ON TIME! You're not gonna get me down! A coffee explosion will not force my head back under the covers. I will continue to try and beat you, I will continue to try to be on time or early... Even if I have to wear coffee to do so!