Wednesday was ugly from start to finish. A miserable, miserable day. And why, you ask? Did anyone die? Did your house fall down? Did anything life-threatening occur? Oh, of course not, but it was still endlessly thwarting and frustrating and rotten.
1. We got new computers at work. I forgot to save my bookmarks from my browser, I didn't get complete copies of my saved mail from Eudora, I couldn't use email all day until I finally realized incoming mail is on my web hosting account but outgoing mail is based on our new DSL account and configured the settings correctly, and I didn't have enough floppy disk space to copy over the FTP application I use for our web page or even its settings. Much tech hate.
2. I made a mistake and forgot to use some vouchers as partial payment for a client's ticket. I discovered this exactly one day too late to void the old ticket and start over. Now I have to beg and plead with my United sales rep to credit the client and save my ass. It's so deeply, deeply unpleasant to discover one has made a mistake of this nature. One envisions paying for it out of one's pocket. And I've already done that once in my life, thanks, about eight years ago. My friend doesn't know it, but I personally paid for his stay in Iceland because of a misunderstanding with Icelandair, which meant I had no spending money for the next three months. At least he had a good time. God, United better come through or I'm doomed.
3. A killer rainstorm moved in suddenly. I left my hat at work and got soaked. The train had the air conditioning on because I guess they all wanted us to get pneumonia. Honestly, it's March, why would they be running the a/c?
4. I ate lightly at lunch and didn't have time for dinner. Having to deal with new computer issues all day wore me down as only tech issues can. I had a ton of bookings to handle which I got further and further behind on. Two or three accounting issues (not my fault this time) took up ages of my time trying to resolve with the parties involved. About the last thing I wanted to do was go to class that night, but of course I did. By break time at 8pm I was dying for both food and coffee. There's no such thing as a cafeteria open at night on Wuthering Heights Community College's campus so I raced up to the vending machines on the third floor where I discovered I had nothing but tens and twenties. The machines only accept ones or coins. There's no such thing as a change machine. I found a chair and table out of the way and spent my break crying silently, soaking the arm of my sweater, miserable beyond words.
5. I came home, ate something quickly, sat down to finish Nancy Mitford's Love in a Cold Climate and the power went out. For the rest of the night. At which point I could only laugh, light all the candles we had, and look forward to Thursday with perfect faith that it would be a much better day.
And it has been. Except for the part where I broke down and had a Burger King Big Fish for dinner, and then discovered it doubled my calorie intake for the day in one not especially good sandwich. I don't know why I thought it would be any better than a hamburger. Too late, anyway. And I lost a pound last week so I suppose it'll continue the pattern of losing one pound one week and maintaining that loss for the following week. At least I have never yet gained any weight since starting Weight Watchers. But I am finding it difficult to not reward myself with food when life gets on my nerves.
I need to go to the gym tomorrow.
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