I spent all day Monday working on this data analysis project. To be honest, I've spent WEEKS working on this data analysis project. Hours upon hours! But this was to be the last day (or so I thought) that I'd be dealing with this data analysis project. I was scheduled to teach ERP Tuesday through Thursday. But my data analysis project bled over into my ERP training time. Shocker! My fellow instructor hates it when things like that happen and they seem to happen every time I'm scheduled to teach. And he makes me feel bad for it every time, like it's my fault that I'm over-extended at work. But that's not my point. My point is, I worked 12 hours Monday and ten hours both Tuesday and Wednesday. I worked exactly eight hours on Thursday. And the plan was to go into work for four hours today to finish a few things that I wanted to clear from my desk that I didn't get the chance to do all week.
First, I had several classes to add to the Master Schedule. It's not important what that is, but it is important that I needed an NMCI PC to get it done. I have one sitting on my desk now... but for whatever reason, it won't allow me to update the Master Schedule. I tried all kinds of things to make it work. Still no luck. Very frustrating. I swear I must have rebooted that thing a dozen times.
So I stuck with processing course evaluations. It's a boring way to spend four hours in the office, but it has to get done and no one does them but me. So I did them. They're done now. All seven of them. "Yea, me," she says with mock enthusiasm.
I expected my short, but productive day to feel good. It didn't. I was frustrated and bordering on angry all morning. I couldn't wait to get out of there and get on with my personal errands that were sure to improve my day.
So I drove the interstate to Washington, listening to contemporary Christian music that I could sing along with. I had plans to deposit my check, make a payment on my dwindling medical bills, get my hair cut, and get another gel manicure. Lucky for me, my stops to the Credit Union and the Hospital went as planned. But that's where the joy ended. I don't like my haircut; it's too short and spiky. And I don't like my manicure; she got polish on my fingers and it's not all that shiny and even. What a waste of time and money. But it doesn't stop there! I went through the drive-thru at Long John Silvers to grab lunch. And wouldn't you know it, as I was pulling out of their parking lot, I spilled the entire box of food onto the floorboard of my car. What the heck was that all about?
I'm telling you, I couldn't wait to get home and just surround myself with bubble wrap and something lovely in my oil infuser.
And then I saw it. The last piece of coconut cake. Actually, I think it might be a white cake, but it had coconut frosting. I ate it! And I loved it! I didn't drop it. I didn't get any on me. It didn't make me sick. None of those things. It was just lovely. The absolute best part of my day!
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