A "It Sucks to be Me" Moment

I am fairly sure that we all have them. Or maybe I just have them. But it is that moment when you realize that it really sucks to be me (you) right then. I happened to have one of these awesome moments yesterday. But, instead of lingering in the suck-i-ness, I chose to rise above, and uh, go hide in a book. But for real, that's what I did.

It all started when my alarm didn't wake me up on time. By all chances, my alarm probably went off like it's supposed to, and I just turned it off, and went back to sleep. The part that you need to understand here is that on Mondays, I am a bus monitor for my job, and have to leave my house at 6:10 at the latest to meet the bus on time. So, when I realized that it was, you know, 10 minutes until 6:00, and I needed to leave the house asap, I maybe had a rushed feeling...for the rest of the day.

To top it off, because that's not fun enough, Mondays are my 11 1/2 hour work days. I know that sounds as fun as it is, because I have to do it. Every Monday. Anyways, I made it to the bus, jumped on, and started my day like most days....and the 11 1/2 hours at work went about how you would expect them to, slowly and full of less caffiene than Monday really requires.

Anyways, the day did finally end, and as I was wrapping up, I got an email from my boss asking me to come chat with her about an event that's coming up that I happen to be in charge of. So I grabbed my paperwork, ran down to her office, had a great meeting...at least, until I realized that I was, once again, late to get on the bus. And really, I can't just tell my boss, "Please stop talking, I need to leave" so I wrapped up as fast as I could, ran by my office, grabbed my purse, left my jacket, because, meh, it's warm enough outside, and ran to the bus. The ride back was uneventful, parents came on time (which never happens) to get their kiddos, and I decided that the day was ending strong. The last kiddo got off the bus, I followed him out, and started the dig through my purse for my car keys. Only to realize that they were in my jacket pocket. In my office. In Gooding.

It SUCKS to be me.

I ended up calling Zach so that he would pick up the kids and come get me.
This was the point that I went and hid in a book in the CSI library until Zach came and got me.

Luckily, one of my co-workers happened to be coming into Twin and could grab my keys before she left, so I was later able to go back to the college and get my car, thus being able to drive myself to work.

Good times....