Just One of Those Days
Today, I had one of those days today where everything didn’t go completely wrong, but nothing went smoothly. Here are a few highlights:
First, my boss instructed me to strong arm a client who hadn’t paid his earnest money. When I called the client, he insisted he gave us a check. My boss claimed we never received, so she conference called him and berated the client (and his mother, by the way) and told him there wasn’t a chance in a monkey’s ass she could be mistaken. A few hours later, I ended up finding the check on my boss’ desk under a stack of papers.
Now, I’m sure there are other ways to feel like a complete retard, but being wrong after arrogantly insisting you’re right ranks right up near the top. Feel free to comment and share one of your most retarded moments.
On my lunch hour today, I stopped off at the bank to deposit a check, then hopped over to Quiznos for a sandwich. When I placed my order, I was extra pushy about how I wanted them to make my sandwich. Normally, I’m not one to be a pain in the ass patron. I usually just bottle up my complaints because I always think, “What’s the use? What can I possibly get out of complaining?” But last time I went to Quiznos, they didn’t wrap my sandwich up tight and I ended up with a ball of bread and warm meat at the bottom of a paper bag. Today was my day to take a stand and speak up!
Unfortunately I chose the wrong day to stand on my soap box, because when it was time to pay for my lunch, I realized I forgot my wallet. I started retracing my steps trying to remember where I left it: “Let’s see… I know I had my wallet earlier today. I remember fiddling around with the magnet money clip
So, I told the cashier to hold my sandwich while I drive back to the bank to get the wallet which I surely left on the counter when I was endorsing my check. Long story short… no wallet at the bank, no wallet at the office, and no lunch.
So guess what I found on the kitchen counter when I got home from work today? My wallet! So much for my memory and retracing my steps. Needless to say I was starving when I got home, and needed to eat. I ran straight across the street to Sonic and ordered way too much food, because not eating all day will do that to you. The rollerblade kid came out with my food, and when I tried to pay for it, he told me my debit card was declined. I tried explaining that there was no way that could be possible because there’s plenty of money in my account, but clearly the kid’s expression screamed, “Bullshit!”
Dinner tonight was pasta with no sauce and a piece of rubbery chicken cooked on the Foreman Grill
I’m glad this day is over.
