I got up this morning, and got all ready for work. I got dressed, packed my lunch, and ate my breakfast.
As I was brushing my teeth, I looked into the mirror and realized I hadn't put on mascara. So, I put on mascara, and walked right out of the house without putting on my lipstick.
I was halfway to work when I realized I didn't have lipstick on, and for a moment, I seriously considered going back home and getting it. I decided I wouldn't, because there's nobody at work I care about impressing anyway.
I crossed the railroad tracks, with their perpetually blinking crossing lights, and rounded a curve when I saw
a coyote in a cotton field.
I knew right then what kind of day it was going to be.
By 8:00 AM, I was ready to skip straight to the end and go right to tomorrow.
The work was hard. The parts weren't right. It was hot. Then it started raining.
I got into an argument with Group Leader Fernando. Right in the middle of our argument, he started to walk away.
"Come back here!" I called after him.
"See, that's what I'm saying," he said. "If someone walked by and heard that, they'd think we were arguing."
"We are arguing," I replied.
"No, we're not," he argued...
That's when I gave up on the day for good.
Is it tomorrow yet?