Dude. Someone explain to me why it is that silly things happen to me, that make my existence very stressful from time to time. Like how someone as punctual as I am, and by that I mean I hate being late. I'd rather not go somewhere than be late. Being on time is late to me.
And when someone or something stands in between me and a designated appointment I have I definitely turn it into silent turmoil.
Yesterday I was told by my movers that they'd be here between 8-11 and that was cool with me, because I don't go to work until 11:30 but as it turns out this first week we have to be there at 10 everyday, and it takes me about 45 minutes to walk. (which I obviously prefer to driving).
Ah, that wasn't no biggie either because Ethan (my room mate) is off during the week and could accept the delivery and give them my money order. Except yesterday after I got home from work he had taken off to the coast for a few days to get his car fixed and stay at his parents. DOH!
Obviously all of these things are out of my control so I just tried my damnedest last night to just believe the movers would come early and I'd still get to work on time and all that. Nope.
I got a call this morning that they'd be here at 10. So I swallowed my pride and called work to explain to them that I was going to be late, on my second freaking day.
AH! And of course I apologized, and explained how embarrassed I am that I'm having to call in late on my second day.
Oh wait!
It gets better.
I only got voicemail of both of my team leaders and at 9:30 I still hadn't heard back from them so I got all freaked out and called Beth nearly in tears, and started looking at job postings on Craigslist, just in case! haha
I know, I know. I over react a little bit, eh?
Well at a little after 10 when the movers got here, Mike (my TL) sent me a text explaining to just come in tomorrow at 10 and everything was alright, and blah blah blah. WHEW!
Thank freaking heavens.
So in a bizarre twist of events, I now have the day off to unpack all these dang boxes in my living room. So I should take advantage of that. And "practice" my soap-box speech for work so that tomorrow I at least can pretend like I didn't skip a beat. Bah. What a crazy day already!
