AYDMF: Bad days happen

I was pissed as hell yesterday. I don’t know what happened, but my brain took a vacation. Maybe it was shocked into submission after being tossed back into academia on Monday. I dunno. The entire week has been a bust thus far, but let me just run down Tuesday for you:

After I got dressed (lately I cannot find anything to wear. I spend a considerable amount of time staring at my clothes, trying on this and that, tossing stuff on my bed and still being unsatisfied), I gathered my things and started to leave. I was headed for the bus stop. I went down the stairs, out the door, locked it, and stopped – oh, I forgot a jacket. See, it’s freezing in my classrooms (all except one, which is sweltering) and I needed to carry a sweater or something. I opened the door, back up the stairs, opened the other door and grabbed a hoodie. Then, I realized that I needed a bigger bag to carry it in. See, I usually carry a bag that houses my laptop, a book, my planner, and other normal purse stuff. This day, however, I had 3 extra books to carry for keeping in my locker. I had put them in a tote bag. Adding the hoodie meant I needed a larger tote. I got one and went through the same routine down the stairs and out of the door.

Oh, I forgot something else. When I went to look for the bigger tote, I took off my sunglasses. I went back up the stairs, into the apartment and got my glasses. Back down and out again. This time, I made it all the way to the bus stop. While waiting, I reached for my iPod but realized that there were no headphones. SHEESH! At that point, I had to weight the pros and cons of riding the bus and subsequent subway, then doing my reading later on, without my iPod. Since I wasn’t quite in a rush to get to campus I opted to go back for the headphones. Back to the crib, in the door, up the stairs, in the door and I look for them. Damn, I couldn’t find my newer earbuds so I had to use the factory jawns. At this point, I’m kind of trying to make the bus. So I ran back down the stairs, out the door, and headed to the stop. I was hitting a shortcut and had my keys in my hand. Not wanting to stuff them in my regular computer bag/purse, I just tossed them in the tote, telling myself that when I get on bus, I’ll put the keys where they belonged.

Fast forward through my shitty day of classes (they’re wack, jack) and on to my ride home. It takes about an hour. I got home a little after 7pm. As SOON as I got to the stop where I get off, a light bulb goes on over my head: GIRL, YOU LEFT YOUR KEYS IN YOUR LOCKER!

I get off the bus and sit on my steps. Pulled out nearly everything I had. No keys. Damn.

I was so exhausted, yall. I was starving. All I could think of during that ride home was getting home, making some dinner, watching reruns of The Practice, and laying half naked on my couch. That was all deaded when I realized I’d have to travel an hour (or more, since the public transit runs less frequently the later it gets) back to school, only to get my keys, then turn around and come back home. Nice.

I couldn’t just hop up and go, though. I was too stunned. How could I have made such a stupid mistake? It was the crazy morning, the back and forth up the stairs, followed by the running around I had to do on campus. It never occurred to me that my keys weren’t right where they’re supposed to be.

I then set about contacting a few friends with cars, thinking it’d be more bearable to get a ride back and forth than suffer through public transpo again. Nearly everyone was busy. Sheesh. Finally, a friend came and scooped me (this cat is always helping me out. Why? Guilty conscience, terminal disease or just plain nice? Dunno).

By the time I got home, I was too tired and upset to make dinner, watch my show and wind down. So, for the second night in a row I sat down to some Chinese take-out and passed out on the sofa. Classy & Healthy!

I’ll be glad when the weekend comes. I’ll be even better when I get acclimated to my new schedule/routine.

1 Comment

Filed under Now I'm pissed, Routine Ramblings

One response to “AYDMF: Bad days happen

  1. Marc

    What does AYDMF mean ?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s