Thursday, the day before the best workday of the week; Friday. What could possibly go wrong on Thursday? Well, let me tell you.
Today was one for the books – and I’m not being dramatic.
It all started when I left the house this morning for work. I forgot to pack a lunch and left the house without my purse. No purse = no money = no lunch. (Lucky for me, Pops is the boss and helped a girl out).
When I arrived at work and parked on our ice skating rink – no joke, it’s a sheet of ice – I took one step out of my car, slipped, ate shit, and was covered in snow from the dusting we got this morning. At this point, I’m super duper happy.
I get into the office – wet with melted snow down the whole left side of my body - and I’m swamped with e-mails. So I get to work.
A few hours go by and people are going about their daily tasks as usual. People are in and out of the office, visitors, salesman, etc. Randomly, my dad grabs one of the guys I work with and asks for his help in the parking lot. Then that guy comes back in and grabs another guy and recruits him to the parking lot. About 20 minutes goes by and everyone comes back in and my dad calls me into his office.
Dad - “Hey Laur… my accountant was pulling in and you know its slick out there.”
Me - “He hit my car didn’t he?”
Dad - “….Yeah… but it’s not bad! Come take a look”
And it really isn’t bad, just left a dent. But SERIOUSLY?! It’s always me. I don’t even need to be in my car to get into an accident. This friggin’ thing is a magnet; it wants to be hit!
By the time 5:00pm rolls around I am more then excited to shut down my computer and call it a day.
Needless to say, next year, I’m taking January 22nd off the calendar.
~LD
Today was one for the books – and I’m not being dramatic.
It all started when I left the house this morning for work. I forgot to pack a lunch and left the house without my purse. No purse = no money = no lunch. (Lucky for me, Pops is the boss and helped a girl out).
When I arrived at work and parked on our ice skating rink – no joke, it’s a sheet of ice – I took one step out of my car, slipped, ate shit, and was covered in snow from the dusting we got this morning. At this point, I’m super duper happy.
I get into the office – wet with melted snow down the whole left side of my body - and I’m swamped with e-mails. So I get to work.
A few hours go by and people are going about their daily tasks as usual. People are in and out of the office, visitors, salesman, etc. Randomly, my dad grabs one of the guys I work with and asks for his help in the parking lot. Then that guy comes back in and grabs another guy and recruits him to the parking lot. About 20 minutes goes by and everyone comes back in and my dad calls me into his office.
Dad - “Hey Laur… my accountant was pulling in and you know its slick out there.”
Me - “He hit my car didn’t he?”
Dad - “….Yeah… but it’s not bad! Come take a look”
And it really isn’t bad, just left a dent. But SERIOUSLY?! It’s always me. I don’t even need to be in my car to get into an accident. This friggin’ thing is a magnet; it wants to be hit!
By the time 5:00pm rolls around I am more then excited to shut down my computer and call it a day.
Needless to say, next year, I’m taking January 22nd off the calendar.
~LD