Yesterday was not my day… not that any day really is, but yesterday definitely NOT! I had amazing dream that Chelsea Handler was my best friend and Tom Brady was my boyfriend … Yes we were madly in love (Giselle who? Not in my dreamland!) and I had a great many laughs with my new bestie! YAY! Although I am in love with a beautiful person and have friends I love dearly, I really liked my place in life while I was sleeping. So depressing to wake up! Chelsea and I were having pizza, gossiping about famous girlfriends… it was great! And then Poof… she was gone! And so was Tom! Did I mention we went to the Olympics and watched soccer? Oh yea it was GREAT! And then, like I said, then I woke up… 15 minutes later than I should have.
So then I get to work, late of course. (Lots of traffic – totally not because I went through the drive through at Dunkin Donuts and had to wait FOREVER for my coffee). I arrived at work, put on my makeup , did my hair, which by the way was an absolute nightmare and I had 4 inches of breakage come off on my wave iron, So now my hair is 4 inches shorter on one side underneath than the other! Great! That will only take 3 years to grow out! (Did I mention it was a late morning???)
When I finally got to the showroom I started chatting with my coworker. He was staring at me with a confused look and asked if my shirt was on backwards. “Uh no… Not mine! It just needs the button done that’s why it probably looks that way to you.” So I continued on with what I was doing. I went outside and I noticed people looking at me. I checked to make sure my skirt wasn’t tucked in my underwear (this would also happen to me) and then thought to myself that maybe I look good today, that’s why everyone is looking at me? I did my runway model strut with confidence through that parking lot all the while thinking how I liked that idea that people were staring. Maybe it was the way I did my hair? Makeup? Or maybe it was my outfit? It was OH SO CUTE! Or so I thought.
Anyway, an hour later a woman came over to my desk in the showroom and said, “Excuse me Miss, I don’t know if they would tell you but …(no idea what she said)… shirt is on inside out.” I looked at her and asked which guy had his shirt on inside out? Of course, I heard something completely different than what she said. It was then she looked at me and said loud enough for EVERYONE to hear, “No, your shirt is on inside out.” So then I told her, “No, no, no not my shirt. My shirt just looks that way because I need to fasten this button right here.” I pointed to the nape of my neck with a big smile on my face, all the while thinking this lady is crazy to think I would put my shirt on inside out. I mean, who of all people wearing a satin halter blouse with a giant bow at the base would put it on inside out? Jeez… I wouldn’t commit a fashion sin of that nature! Then she said, “Ummm, no I can see your black tag. It’s inside out.” So then the showroom erupts into “Yes it is! I knew it!” Blah, Blah, Blah. It was loud; people telling other people they didn’t know how to tell me and the “OH MY GOSH make this stop happening” just kept running through my head over and over again. I finally acknowledged her and said the only thing that came to mind. “Hmmm…. look at that. I suppose I should probably fix it?” What? Of course I should fix it! Duh! It was right before that moment that I noticed the once familiar bow on my shirt was missing. It was gone. No bow. I bought the darn shirt because of the bow! WHY ME?! Not only was I wrong (I hate being wrong) but I just got my spot blown up in the middle of my showroom in front of people… lots of people. There were the people in the parking lot, the drive through I walked past, and of course the people in the store. What the heck…. I guess I wasn’t so hot, I just looked like a hot mess.
I made it through that debacle and I got a customer just in time for the virus to present itself on my computer. Awesome, I know I was browsing and I know it said not to click on the link, but of course I didn’t see it until after I clicked on it. I then jumped to another computer and when I bent over and stood up, my earring fell on the counter in front of my customer. Oops. So I pretended I was rocking the 80′s look and ignored the fact that my earring was offering itself to my customer. Fine, whatever, I can rock the one earring look if I have to. Then my other earring popped off. I think the guy thought I was crazy as I mumbled something to myself as I walked into the back room, frustrated to say the least. I was a walking, overdressed, falling apart, train wreck. Yep that was me! I suppose I was channelling my inner Tara Reid post American Pie?
I then found out that a very large check I paid overnight shipping for was sent standard shipping and I was going to be out of town for a week and not able to receive it. FML. I paid $25.00 to have them send the check snail mail? I think not. After a blood pressure raising conversation with the company, I was assured (guaranteed actually, lots of promises loaded with sweetness and apologies) a new check would be sent over night and arrive today. We will see, the jury is still out and I have 5 more hours before I get mad all over again. Grrrr.
I am hoping for all good things today. So far I drove to get my daughter without a car seat and had to turn around, I missed my eye doctor appointment because I wrote down the wrong time, spilled coffee on my pants, and now a customer just returned 3 phones. It’s already turning out to be a great day! Yee Haw!
Anyway, Maine bound tomorrow! I wonder how much trouble I will get myself in there?
Happy Friday everyone!