A day in the life
Okay, I'm in a better mood now. It never takes long. Ask the Husband.
Here are some not-really-all-that-random thoughts for you.
Wrinkles are more stubborn when you're running late. (The wrinkles on my SHIRT. Don't hate me because my semi attractive face is still wrinkle free.)
A quarter tank of gas at 5 p.m. on Thursday is 1/100 of a tank at 7:00 a.m. on Friday. The gas light belches conspicuously.
Between 7 and 8, rednecks with four-wheelers on trailers hog up all the gas pumps like they've got somewhere important to be.
If you're really itching to get in and get out, there will be a 21 year old in front of you paying for a cappucino, Skittles, and two packs of tooty fruity Trident with a freakin' American Express card.
If you leave late, you risk getting behind the school bus.
If you spend the entire drive to work clenching your teeth and imagining what unbearable consequences your tardiness will earn you, you'll get to work only to find that you're among the first ten to arrive for the day, and you've got 20 minutes to spare.
As soon as you relax and come up with a new plan for the next 20 minutes, the teacher down the hall who doesn't know the difference between a mouse and a keyboard will come to you with 19 minutes worth of questions about how to attach a file to an email.
Here are some not-really-all-that-random thoughts for you.
Wrinkles are more stubborn when you're running late. (The wrinkles on my SHIRT. Don't hate me because my semi attractive face is still wrinkle free.)
A quarter tank of gas at 5 p.m. on Thursday is 1/100 of a tank at 7:00 a.m. on Friday. The gas light belches conspicuously.
Between 7 and 8, rednecks with four-wheelers on trailers hog up all the gas pumps like they've got somewhere important to be.
If you're really itching to get in and get out, there will be a 21 year old in front of you paying for a cappucino, Skittles, and two packs of tooty fruity Trident with a freakin' American Express card.
If you leave late, you risk getting behind the school bus.
If you spend the entire drive to work clenching your teeth and imagining what unbearable consequences your tardiness will earn you, you'll get to work only to find that you're among the first ten to arrive for the day, and you've got 20 minutes to spare.
As soon as you relax and come up with a new plan for the next 20 minutes, the teacher down the hall who doesn't know the difference between a mouse and a keyboard will come to you with 19 minutes worth of questions about how to attach a file to an email.
