And on Thursday, the Universe conspired against Sam...
The fact that my morning started out rough was my fault, I'll cop to that. I woke up later than I should have and my load of laundry didn't make it into the dryer in time for me to walk out the door when I was supposed to. Okay, okay. Let's look past that.
After informing my dad (with whom I ride into work most mornings) that I was running late, I sat down at my computer to check email and whatnot while I waited for my clothes to dry. Finally, right about the time that I should have been leaving, I figured my laundry was dry enough for me to get into the shower without emerging to damp clothing. I'm not going to go into details, but prior to my shower a scenario unfolded that led to the clogging and subsequent overflowing of the toilet in our second upstairs bathroom. The effort to plunge the toilet and clean the floor took me ten minutes and was largely unsuccessful (read: I've got a helluva mess to clean up when I get home).
At that point, a shower was not an option. My dad would be pulling up in less than five minutes and I was already going to be a little late to work. In disgust, I put threw the plunger at the toilet that had thwarted me and uttered several obscenities under my breath. I grabbed the wire basket containing most of my primary toiletry items (but not all...this will be disastrous later). I grabbed a clean washcloth out of the linen closet and headed downstairs to the half bath that occupies the same space as our washer and dryer. I washed up as best I could, applied antiperspirant, brushed my teeth and went to get my now-dry clothing out of the dryer.
I discover that the black pants I had been planning on wearing today where now covered in a white substance of unidentified origin (no, we don't use powdered detergent and no it wasn't lint). Attemps to remove the substance by several means failed miserably. Realizing that I had only dried the outfit I was planning on wearing (so as to reduce the drying time), I cursed myself and nearly put my head into the bathroom mirror.
Thoroughly peeved at this point, I put on the ugly pants, combed my greasy hair and left.
I was smart enough to grab a couple of bagels from Jessi's stash and a bottle of water, but I realized after I got into the car that I had no cash or means of obtaining cash with me. So it's bagels and water for lunch today. I also realized that I had forgotten to take my blood pressure medication this morning, since it was not in the basket with the rest of the components for my morning bathroom ritual. So I'm going to have a pretty bad headache most of the day. Awesome.
At least work hasn't been awful. It hasn't been great, but at least it would appear that I have dodged the Universe's cold hand of doom for the remainder of the day.
The upshot is that Jess has promised me that we can have pizza subs for dinner. That's always a win :)
-Sam
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