Ever have days where ya feel like you just can’t win? This is me. It’s only Tuesday morning and I’m feeling like this week and I are going to butt heads.
Yesterday there was a mistake with a Square account for the festival I help put on; it can be fixed pretty quick, but still frustrating; and an error on my part.
Today, there was a train that held up the bus at least 15 minutes. I get to the parking lot with plenty of time; today I scooted into my office at 8:27. I do not like to be late, I hate it. And people who are late drive me nuts. I didn’t get a Pepsi until about 20 minutes ago — it was pretty much the best 20 ounces of goodness I’ve drank.
My open house on Sunday was a flop, so big of a flop as in no one came. That’s the last time I try to do one of those, because everyone wants me to do it, and says they will come, then no one shows up.
Last night I was getting some stuff into the planner; I use an Erin Condren Life Planner [First time orders get a $10 off coupon ] and I saw that I had marked Grandpa Gib’s 89th birthday in there for today. He’s been gone a little over 4 1/2 months, but it stings a bit today.
This picture was from last summer, we were celebrating his and his sisters birthdays. 81 and 88! He was totally in his favorite spot, a chair in the garage with a beer watching his grandkids and great-grandkids play!
Last night, I hated my planner, because the planner in me, went ahead and noted everyone’s birthdays for the 2016 calendar year, and it’s in there.
Today will get better, the week will get better… it’s not a bad life, it’s just a bad day. Everyone has ’em. Even just writing made it better.