Last night, I was up pretty late studying (my first exam is tomorrow...AHH!), so when my alarm went off at 7 am this morning, I did what most people who don't need to be at work until noon would do - I hit snooze. Little did I know I really turned my alarm off. The next thing I know I wake up, and it's 11:38. Shit.
I threw my clothes on, knocked over my earring stand on my way out of my room (and believe me, that's a lot worse than it sounds. I have a lot of earrings.), skipped breakfast, skipped putting contacts in, skipped makeup, and ran out the door. Needless to say, I was not in that state of mind, nor did I have the time to check the weather before I ran in a panic out the door.
I knew I'd be fine, it only takes me ten minutes to walk to work, and I had gotten out the door by around 11:42. But I just never like feeling rushed, and I like to get there early so I can sit down, have a drink, and collect myself before being thrown onto the floor. So, unfortunately, after having to skip breakfast, I didn't have the time to get anything to eat/drink at work once I got there either.
I have also come to find that I work much better with a couple shots of espresso in me. I just feel much more alert and chipper, which are both things that you need to be where I work. Unfortunately, again, because I didn't have the time to get a drink before I started, I was neither of those things. I was making pretty stupid mistakes for the first hour or so, and I felt bad because I felt like I was annoying my co-workers, which was probably just in my head, but I don't like being the source of frustration or burden in any case. Once I had my break, I was feeling much better (I was able to get some food and some coffee, so all looked much more positive after that). The store wasn't too busy, so I was actually sent home early, which is really a blessing since I didn't get up early like I wanted to to fit in some study time before work. At least I was given about an hour or extra time.
As I left the store, feeling a little useless since I'd only been in for a few hours (but who was I to complain?), the sky absolutely just opened up. It was thundering like crazy - at one point it was so loud and aggressive, a little part of me was actually a little paranoid that that would be the day I'd finally be struck by lightening (one of my greatest childhood fears).
There I was - no makeup, glasses, hair thrown up, walking home in the pouring rain. Attractive. And when I say pouring, I mean I was swimming home. I looked in the mirror when I got home and it looked like I had decided to take a dip in a pool with my clothes on. And, just to top it all off, as soon as I get to my house, the rain subsides. It's like mother nature just gave my a big middle finger.
I say all of this with a sense of humor - it wasn't all that bad after all. I wasn't late for work, I got to leave early, and it gave me an excuse to talk to you fine people. I guess I just needed to vent a bit. Oh well. When things like this happen, you just need to laugh it off, and realize that life goes on. So that is exactly what I will do.
Off to hit the books...
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