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Not Really The Best of Days
Jun. 4th, 2012 07:33 pmIt is very hard to imagine a more Monday-ish sort of Monday could exist. It is never a good start to the week when you you convince yourself, in that split-minute between your alarm going off and your brain going on that it is still Sunday and you can go back to sleep.
I didn't overslept, actually, but it was a jarring way to start the day. I barely made my bus, but on the way to work I had a minor obsessive freak-out because I couldn't remember if I'd left the stove on or not, and finally ended up texting my dad and asking him to drop by my apartment and check for me (not an incredible hardship, since his office is two blocks from my complex, but I still felt guilty). We were short-handed and utterly slammed at work, which is usual for a Monday but seemed much worse today, especially since I stayed up too late reading Thor fic and got distracted by immediate copy and only drank half my tea. I stayed ten minutes later than I meant to because I had to completely reformat a document and call a client, and I still felt like a horrible slacker for not staying late since we had so much left in pending (I wouldn't have been much use though, my brain was about to start bleeding through my eyes). While I was putting my bike on the rack on the bus, I got my handlebars stuck on my helmet.
Tomorrow I have to go to the housing office and tell them I've been seeing cockroaches in my apartment (NOT MY DAMN FAULT. I'm a little untidy, but that means I have a few boxes of books still sitting in my room and I sometimes wait two hours before doing the dinner dishes, I'm not that gross! I suspect my upstairs neighbors, or possibly just the horrendously dry weather. Whatever, it's slightly appalling either way). And I have to call the DMV and see if it's even possible for me to get a learner's permit since I'm over 21, or if the idea of a 23-year-old who doesn't know how to drive is so foreign to them that they expect me to just quietly muddle on until I'm ready to take my exam.
But in the meantime, I am at least done with work for the day. I have tofu and delicious homemade ciabatta in my kitchen. I shall eat and watch Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes and plot out the ridiculous Avengers High School!AU that I am never going to write, because it is ridiculous (this is the one where they are all still superheroes, but teenagers, with Feelings, and Issues, and barely controlled super powers, and Black Widow is the scary but insanely hot goth girl and Steve is the star of the baseball team but still a dorky art class kid at heart and Thor has funny feelings about his freaky drama club step-brother Loki and Coulson, much to his chagrin, is the Feeney and sometimes they save the day from supervillains and sometimes they freak out about prom and finals and their fucked up families and sometimes they just punch each other and fail at talking about things. See? RIDICULOUS). And all will be well. Until I am eaten by cockroaches, anyway.
I didn't overslept, actually, but it was a jarring way to start the day. I barely made my bus, but on the way to work I had a minor obsessive freak-out because I couldn't remember if I'd left the stove on or not, and finally ended up texting my dad and asking him to drop by my apartment and check for me (not an incredible hardship, since his office is two blocks from my complex, but I still felt guilty). We were short-handed and utterly slammed at work, which is usual for a Monday but seemed much worse today, especially since I stayed up too late reading Thor fic and got distracted by immediate copy and only drank half my tea. I stayed ten minutes later than I meant to because I had to completely reformat a document and call a client, and I still felt like a horrible slacker for not staying late since we had so much left in pending (I wouldn't have been much use though, my brain was about to start bleeding through my eyes). While I was putting my bike on the rack on the bus, I got my handlebars stuck on my helmet.
Tomorrow I have to go to the housing office and tell them I've been seeing cockroaches in my apartment (NOT MY DAMN FAULT. I'm a little untidy, but that means I have a few boxes of books still sitting in my room and I sometimes wait two hours before doing the dinner dishes, I'm not that gross! I suspect my upstairs neighbors, or possibly just the horrendously dry weather. Whatever, it's slightly appalling either way). And I have to call the DMV and see if it's even possible for me to get a learner's permit since I'm over 21, or if the idea of a 23-year-old who doesn't know how to drive is so foreign to them that they expect me to just quietly muddle on until I'm ready to take my exam.
But in the meantime, I am at least done with work for the day. I have tofu and delicious homemade ciabatta in my kitchen. I shall eat and watch Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes and plot out the ridiculous Avengers High School!AU that I am never going to write, because it is ridiculous (this is the one where they are all still superheroes, but teenagers, with Feelings, and Issues, and barely controlled super powers, and Black Widow is the scary but insanely hot goth girl and Steve is the star of the baseball team but still a dorky art class kid at heart and Thor has funny feelings about his freaky drama club step-brother Loki and Coulson, much to his chagrin, is the Feeney and sometimes they save the day from supervillains and sometimes they freak out about prom and finals and their fucked up families and sometimes they just punch each other and fail at talking about things. See? RIDICULOUS). And all will be well. Until I am eaten by cockroaches, anyway.