Tuesday, May 17, 2011
For days like this, there is DQ
That's right, Dairy Queen.
I do four or five events each year at work (depending on whether the legislature is in session), and during event week, I let myself eat anything I want.
This week, it has meant DQ.
You remember a children's book referring to a no-good, horrible, very bad day? Today wasn't that bad...but just GRRRR.
First off - I take time from work, which has been busy, busy, busy working on this weekend's event, to go out and talk to a group of people about the event. Or so I was told. I get there, no one has been told I'm coming (including the center coordinator), so I am led to interrupt two art classes and try to talk about the event. People just look at me and keep painting.
I go to acupuncture to relax. It's 55 outside and the air conditioning keeps coming on.
I then get a call from a state legislator informing me that someone who volunteers for a chapter of our organization that's several hours away has been angrily harassing legislators who are not planning on coming to this weekend's event. Which is in the middle of budget session.
And she is on the big budget committee.
I really, really want popcorn or sesame noodles as my comfort food, but I can't have them for 10 days because long story short, stress has been making my gums (which were doing well) worse.
And then I get a barrage of e-mails from a married ex-friend in New York (who is an ex-friend because he has been inappropriate, and is married) after a year or so of silence.
Triple fuck! And not the good kind of fuck.
AND it's supposed to rain on the day of the event.
And I forgot one of our awesome volunteer's birthdays.
I'm going out to dinner tonight, because God knows the house would probably burn down if I tried to cook.