Yesterday? Good day? Not so much. Wanna hear about it? Sure you do!

I was supposed to meet my manager on the train going in to work yesterday morning to talk about 'the snake'. We both had a meeting-heavy day, and I wanted to meet with him before a three hour class that I was taking with 'the snake'. Since our train commute is over an hour, and we take the same train, we thought that would be a great opportunity to talk. Good idea, huh?

There is a one lane stretch of highway between our house and the train. It can take anywhere from 15 minutes to 25 minutes to get down that stretch of highway depending on traffic. One would think that at 5:30 in the morning, one could count on the 15 minute commute, right? Ummmm... that's not how it went down. Grandma and Grandpa Jones and all of their old relatives were on the road at that time of day, and as a result, I pulled into the train station just as the train was pulling out.

Rather than wait for the next train, I decided to drive in. At that time in the morning, I can usually get to work as fast as the train. I knew that would give me a half an hour to talk to my manager before my manager's first meeting at 8 a.m. Well, what do you know. Ms. RisibleGirl, being famous for always getting lost, got on the freeway going South (toward home), rather than North (toward work). I was not amused. I did get to work in time for a 15 minute meeting with my manager.

So how was the meeting with your manager, you may be asking?


Since this post is going to be rather long, I'll post about it separately. I'm still not quite in the right frame of mind to post logically about it. I need to process my thoughts a little more.

Off to class I went. Tra-la-la... I found a seat next to someone, rather than leave the option open for the snake to sit by me. The tables were arranged in tables of two and I found a seat next to a fairly innocuous looking guy.

At 9:45 a.m. we had an earthquake drill. That's right. An earthquake drill. We all had to crawl under our tables. IN OUR WORK CLOTHES. There I was for what seemed like an eternity under a desk with a guy I didn't know. He wasn't even cute (but at least he didn't have bad breath!)

After class, I went back to my desk and began tackling the pile of work on my desk. It seemed that yesterday was the day that 90% of the projects on the back burner suddenly came alive. One.After.The.Other. I started feeling overwhelmed, which just doesn't happen to me too often. It was probably due to still needing to process what I was going to do about the snake situation.

Finally, it was time to go home. I couldn't wait to get home and beg BJ if we could medicate me with some pizza.

I can't tell you how many times I've driven home from work, yet I missed my normal freeway connection. There is another way home, so I kept driving a few more miles to the next freeway connection. Unbelievably, I took the wrong off ramp. Unfortunately, this one didn't have an on ramp to get back on the freeway, so I ended up getting lost trying to find my way home. I did find my way home, almost an hour later. You see, I didn't bring my navigation device with me. Who needs that when you've been back and forth to work a gazillion times? Apparently that'd be me. Yesterday, anyway.

Gee, do you thing something was on my mind?