Do Over

I emptied my gym bag, so I could fill it when the gym clothes in the car. I brought my lunch. I'm working on a quasi Christmas gift.

I left the gym bag at home. I dropped my cooked lunch on the floor in the break room. I've ripped back and restarted the quasi Christmas gift three times. I've frogged back another three rows before I put it in time out.

I'm doing a wonderful job of not screaming at Convert to shut the (bleep) up because I'm not the in mood to chat; but she is. I wonder if I could get BBQer to chat with Convert over my head. No, no luck.

Grilltech is being his usual wonderful self and got me a glass of water.

I'd cry do over but I'm afraid the day would turn even worse. So, I smile and be civil when answering Convert - it's not her fault I'm in a crappy mood. I don't tell snippy leads to go to hell when telling them I'm not going to change what they want changed - go through the process that's what it's there for.

My day is getting better and better. Someone had a death in the family and I'll be helping get her stuff completed today. Something I've never done before. It was a learning experience.

The day did get better when I got home, my new boots came in the mail. Now I have to break them in.