When Good Days Turn Bad
Mar 13, 2015 18:24:41 GMT
Post by Mikeeman on Mar 13, 2015 18:24:41 GMT
So I've got this ex girlfriend that has been bugging me for a couple years about us still being friends. Me being me, and having a thing about holding grudges when I shouldn't, kept saying no. Well, last night, I was finally like, "You know what? Yeah. Let's be good friends." Because at one time, she was my best friend. Our relationship ended badly, but there are still lots of good and fun memories there.
Then, I get to work. Usually, as soon as I walk in, my boss is in my chair keeping an eye on the plant until I get here. He's usually a little groggy (read: grouchy) when I come in and is pretty straight foreward and rattles off a list of things he wants me to get done for the day. Which is fine. There's nothing wrong with that. But when I came in, today, he said "Hey, what's up, man?" Cool. He's in a good mood. Then he goes on to compliment me about doing a great job starting up the plant on my own, yesterday (had a total shut down due to 480v power loss) and his special instructions for the day were "stay dry. Don't do much outside." Heck yeah!
Well, this morning, I get a text from said ex girlfriend about how she can't handle being friends with me because she'll just want more and she can never just leave it at just being friends. Like... What? You've been bugging me for TWO YEARS and now you can't? And to top that, I still have a few things to do outside, so I'm walking across one of the metal grate stair things that go over some pipes we have and slip, bust my elbow wide open on the grate, the rest of me lands on concrete, and I manage to rack myself with the heavy metal clip board I'm holding. (for a more detailed account, refer to the falling thread in backyard cutting). So I come inside to bandage it up, and of course the first aid kit is out of medical tape. So I have to call my boss to borrow some out of his kit. So after all this, I'm ready for some coffee. Oh, wait, the lid didn't close all the way. So there is no coffee in the pot. It's all in the floor, now. Awesome. Let's see what else awaits me this fine day.
On a totally unrelated note, despite all this, I'm in a really good mood, today. I just thought I'd share a little bit of my comically bad day.
Then, I get to work. Usually, as soon as I walk in, my boss is in my chair keeping an eye on the plant until I get here. He's usually a little groggy (read: grouchy) when I come in and is pretty straight foreward and rattles off a list of things he wants me to get done for the day. Which is fine. There's nothing wrong with that. But when I came in, today, he said "Hey, what's up, man?" Cool. He's in a good mood. Then he goes on to compliment me about doing a great job starting up the plant on my own, yesterday (had a total shut down due to 480v power loss) and his special instructions for the day were "stay dry. Don't do much outside." Heck yeah!
Well, this morning, I get a text from said ex girlfriend about how she can't handle being friends with me because she'll just want more and she can never just leave it at just being friends. Like... What? You've been bugging me for TWO YEARS and now you can't? And to top that, I still have a few things to do outside, so I'm walking across one of the metal grate stair things that go over some pipes we have and slip, bust my elbow wide open on the grate, the rest of me lands on concrete, and I manage to rack myself with the heavy metal clip board I'm holding. (for a more detailed account, refer to the falling thread in backyard cutting). So I come inside to bandage it up, and of course the first aid kit is out of medical tape. So I have to call my boss to borrow some out of his kit. So after all this, I'm ready for some coffee. Oh, wait, the lid didn't close all the way. So there is no coffee in the pot. It's all in the floor, now. Awesome. Let's see what else awaits me this fine day.
On a totally unrelated note, despite all this, I'm in a really good mood, today. I just thought I'd share a little bit of my comically bad day.
Oh well. Life goes on. 
