I’m certain I’m meant to live in a fortress of harmony where negativity is not allowed. There is a moat surrounding it as well, just to make sure nothing penetrates my happiness.
Alas, I’ve yet to find this as an option.
Some highlights of my day today:
Some snarky emails to start my morning out right. These are part of a whole & complete breakfast, correct?
A flood in one of my buildings. Thankfully, the damage is more to our end of things as opposed to that of our guests.
Then I was bitched out by an 18 year old. I don’t think I was miss congeniality in response either, although this was only after I had been berated for a few minutes. I wasn’t prepared for the attack and she came in guns blaring. I was a bit dumbfounded to be honest. I regrouped (sort of) and tried to finish the conversation as professionally as possible.
And because it wouldn’t really be a Monday in my life if one more little thing couldn’t be added – it started raining poo in one of my other buildings.
At this point, I started laughing. The absurdity of both the emails and getting my ass handed to me by a youngster made me chuckle. Not to mention, anytime you can say, “it’s raining poo inside the building” you are guaranteed some kind of weird sense of happiness.
I will admit sugar called my name. In the break room this morning there were/are brownies with freakin’ frosting – a personal love of mine. At lunch when I was munching away on my lovely salad (actually it really was good) I got to witness ice cream cones and cookies pass me by. It was a legit parade of sugar. (Oh and they had corn dogs in the cafeteria today – I love me a good corn dog) After all of this, I wanted a coffee loaded with sugar and dairy.
I had none of these.
I still want them though. I really do think they would make me feel better! On the lighter side of this Whole30 business, I made a pot roast last night! I am immensely proud of myself. Cooking red meat (aside from ground beef) has always intimidated me. It’s weird – I feel like I reached some kind of important milestone…
I’m off to find my fortress of peace. Or at the very least become a recluse – with internet and cable of course. I don’t want to hail back to the dark ages; I just don’t want to talk to people. Especially on a Monday.
Raining poo? I am so so sorry!
Haha, thanks… it’s one of those things you don’t get to say too often. However, I’ve been able to say it twice in the last month. I’m a lucky lady!