Did you ever have a day so irritating that you wish you hadn’t even gotten out of bed? You know, the kind of day where your well-meaning husband shakes you awake out of a stress dream, and you jump, literally, out of bed with surprise and fright? The type of day where you have a lot to do, and your email, dies before you can do anything at all? The type of day where your appointments are all late, and scheduled close together? The type of day where you wait in a doctor’s office for a simple eye exam for two hours and are told there are still three patients ahead of you (and that you probably won’t even be seen by the doctor for another hour)? The type of day where, given that you have to be somewhere at least 45 minutes away, in an hour, you have to leave without ever even seeing that doctor? The type of day where you call someone about something important–and they have an emergency and promise to “call you back” but then, 4:30 (their quitting time) rolls around and they STILL haven’t called you back? The type of day where you have to walk three avenues over with blisters on each heel (from running around like a whirling dervish, trying to get everything done because your schedule is so screwed up and you’re running so late) only to find the event you planned to attend, has been cancelled? And then, after all of this, you are obligated to dine with someone you dislike (hey, biz is biz)?
Have you ever had a day like this? And it’s not over yet???