Aras and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Before I begin, I should note that my sensitivity to my special lady's menses has returned. If it seems like I'm overly upset, that's why (I can't tell myself because I have PMS).

8:05 a.m. I realized I forgot my watch. I said, "Crap! I should keep a spare watch in my brief case."

8:12 a.m. I missed the second of two buses I can take to work on Wednesdays without being too late. That means my special lady had to drive me to work through morning traffic. I said, "Shit!"

8:45 a.m. I found a watch in my pants pocket. I said to my students, "Wow! I thought today was going to be a rough day, but this is a good omen. Today's going to be a good day after all!"

11:45 a.m. On my way from one workplace to another I stopped I stopped at Maxima to by a liter of kefir for lunch (I'm on the no solids on certain Wednesdays diet). I was really hungry though, so I thought I'd skip the diet today if they still have the Kebab place in the shopping center. They didn't, so I bought the kefir and said to myself, "Well, maybe this is God's way of helping me with my diet."

12:30 p.m. It took me an extra fifteen minutes to walk to work because it was so icy. I got to my office and sat down, very hungry. I unscrewed the cap of my kefir to find that it had been opened already, and about a quarter of it had been drunk, before I purchased it. Because of the sidewalk-iciness and ton of work I had to do, I couldn't afford to go back even though I did have the receipt. I said to myself, "Fuckin shit you goddam mother fucker, fuck you! Nahui blet, fuck you!" Well, I actually just thought that one, or felt the equivalent.

12:45 p.m. I went to get some chinese food across the street. It's cheap for the lunch specials, so I go there sometimes (but never on Wednesdays). I ordered without looking at the menu to save time, because I know the menu, but they didn't bring the tea with the food as they usually do. Though they did bring it later, they brought it late enough that I fretted about not checking the menu, because maybe they actually changed lunch specials. Also, for some reason, they brought me double cabbage salad insead of steamed rice. I guess they ran out of rice, but I couldn't ask it that's why because the waitress is actually Chinese; so, I just said to myself, "Well, maybe this is God's way of helping me with my diet...again...He seems to be going nuts with that today."

3:15 p.m. my boss comes to get me for a meeting: it's an anual "academic soviet and commutiy meeting." I might have know about it, but I don't pay attention to bullitin boards (I'm from the 20th century in America, so...I only pay attention to emails and what's new on the website). At least we were late for it together. But why they would schedule a two hour meeting at 3 when work ends at 4:30 is beyond me. So not only did my miss my 4:42 bus, I also missed the 5:05 bus. All I could by this point say was "Ugh," and frown. I missed my barber appointment.

6:12 p.m. When I got most of the way home with the #50 bus, the online schedule for the #112 bus turned out to be bullshit; my connection would not be coming soon, as it should. By then all I was too tired to say anything besides "Please come pick me up" to my special lady over the phone. She did: she's the best! Even if her estrogen does invade me like the hordes of Mongolians once a month...