How is it that one stupid little thing can throw an entire day off? I collided with someone carrying a full cup of hot coffee coming around a corner, and my poor yellow tank top is stained beyond recovery. Fortunately the coffee wasn’t hot enough to burn, as it hit my arm and my face, too. But now I can’t let it go. I’m sitting here in an ugly, uncomfortable polo shirt (I am happy that I could borrow a shirt, mind) that doesn’t go with my pants, and all I want to do is go hide in some corner and cry. I don’t usually let stupid stuff like this get to me. I feel like an idiot, since I actually did cry a bit in front of a couple of people. At work. How humiliating. And I can’t even use the excuse of hormones, since, well, it’s not the right time for that. Bleah. This day can’t end soon enough.
I’m glad you didn’t get burned–especially since it splashed on your face!On the bright side: I bet you smell mighty delicious! :)Ps…Where in the world did you come up with a polo shirt?!
They had, by some quirk of fate, handed out shirts for one of our major work projects yesterday – I was able to obtain one of the extras. :)Now that I’m home, the whole thing is kind of funny – although I’m still working on getting that stain out!
I thought one of the joys of being a woman was being able to complain about hormones anytime at all ;-)