Friday the Fourth seemed like the longest of days. I set my alarm 20 minutes earlier than usual, because I knew I had to be at work 15 minutes earlier than usual.
Since I knew that I would be around a lot more people in the morning, I set my outfit out the night before, so that I would have time to run to Casey’s and grab a soda. Yes I’m trying to quit Diet Dr. Pepper, but sometimes a girl needs the jolt that comes with a 52 oz cup.
I got in the car and drove (illegally, but that’s a whole other story) to Casey’s. Driving, I had this feeling that something was going to go horribly wrong, so I watched my speed, just in case the police officer on duty was out and about. I got to Casey’s and got my soda, Linda’s coffee, a cookie sandwich (once again, trying to quit). When I walked out to the car, 10 minutes before I had to be at work, I saw that I had locked the keys inside.
After lots of help from the women working inside, including a ride home, I got to greet Linda with my news and she had to walk to work. Also, I don’t do well in semi stressful situations, especially when I’m the cause of the stress and have decided that everyone is mad at me/thinks I’m an idiot.
I made it to work, 5 minutes after my usual time, meaning that I was 20 minutes late. I’ll admit to eating two pastries.
But actually five. Carbs make me feel better. I popped a Xanax. It also helps me feel better.
And I did my best to send out as many positive vibes and thoughts throughout the day. Which btw, is exhausting. Even with 52 oz of caffeine.