Just when you think life has pretty much kicked the absolute living shit out of you and a door slams shut, you find another one slowly opening.

Ah, choices. To walk through, or to turn away? To live for my dreams, or to live for the moment?

Whatever is a girl to do?

After a lovely weekend of goofing off with friends, I found myself yesterday with slightly irritated eyes. This has been an on and off thing as of late, my contacts seem to have caused some type of minor infection in my pretty little orbs. I’m becoming used to it, and have been pretty good about taking my contacts out a lot more than I would normally to give my eyes a rest.

This morning I woke up and got ready for work, with my eyes still slightly irritated. I opted to not cram contacts in my eyes and just go into work with my glasses on.

And that’s when the fun began!

While it’s slightly overcast outside, to me it is excruciatingly bright. So bright that I can barely hold my eyes open. Even with sunglasses. Dedicated employee that I am, I drove in anyway, damn near driving myself into a wall at one point.

Yeah, yeah, I know. Stupid move on my part, but stupidity seems to be the nature of my life these days.

At any rate, I made it in, alive and mostly unscathed. But now I’m stuck at the office with no way to get back to the other side of the river and fighting the urge to find the darkest room available and just lock myself in it.

On days like today, the thought of just skipping out on life in general becomes more and more solid in my brain.

My office is closed today due to water main breaks in the area. I’m real broken up about that, can you tell?

I’ve got some work to do, but not much. So mostly it’s just sitting around getting caught up on some reading and a side project. And as soon as the rain stops, sitting outside and enjoying the day! Or, maybe just going back to bed
Well, maybe not that. I slept till noon as it is.

Life is so tough.

So the stove blew up some time back, and finally I’m getting a new one…

Except I’m sitting here blowing out an entire afternoon waiting for Sears to arrive and bring me my new damn stove. ::headdesk::

Because, apparently I have nothing other to do than wait.

As if.

-update- Maybe the universe heard me grumbling? About five minutes after posting this they called to tell me they were on the way. I have a new stove! Yay! The cooking shall commence! Who’s coming over for dinner? Poohda, swing by and get Rob. K~ stop off and grab Mara. Fran, grab Jeannie. I expect you all to be here… what… next week? Where’s the transporters when you really need one?!

I got a new stove, people! I’m in happy land!

*bounce*

I am seriously going to miss Grace. The only good side to this whole deal is I’m now only responsible for one car, one car payment, and insurance for me, myself, and I… on one car. I won’t miss Ethel so much, I truly despised that car, but I will miss Grace.

The guys at the dealership let me spend a little alone time with her saying goodbye, they were all pretty entertained by a girl being so in love with her car that she cried when she finally walked away. The manager told me I could come in and drive any of the Zs on the lot any time I get to feeling angsty. That was actually pretty cool of him. Guess what I’ll be doing when bringing the new car in for her routine maitenance?

When I’m done being depressed, I’ll post pictures of the new car. And eventually she’ll tell me her damn name. Till then, it’s just the car.

Okay, intelligent key fobs? Sorta cool. Push button start? Rawks. It’s definitely cool, it’s just not Grace.

Apparently I have new neighbors.

Which, you know, cool? Right?

Yeah, not so much.

When they have the music blasting, and I hear it from across the common area, it’s all well and fine. They listen to pretty much what I listen to, so there’s no conflicting music like when the family next door to me decides a fiesta (srsly?!) is a good idea on a Friday night.

Apparently, this evening, they found a wolf spider on their back deck. How do I know? Considering they live across a fairly decent sized common area behind me?

Because they are 1) loud as fuck and 2) use the word fuck way more than me. Who knew it to be possible? I guess it is. And it seems to be the only word they really know.

Hopefully, they’ll be barflies and my patio nights won’t be completely trashed. Although, from what I’ve seen (heard) the last few times I’ve been out there? Yeah. Summer? Trashed.

When you can make me turn around and say, “Wow, you’ve got a potty mouth,” well, that’s not really an achievement anyone should be proud of.

Assholes.

Yup, cranky. And I can’t even blame it on the red tide. And the afternoon started out with such potential! Oh well, time for an attitude adjustment. I’ll be over here sticking my fingers in a light socket and seeing what a little bit of shock therapy can do for me.

In a meeting yesterday, one of the officemates had a small box of Nerds candy he was sharing.

Him: “Want some Nerds?”

Me: “Uh…”

Him: “What?”

Me: “Little cannibalistic, isn’t it?”

He responded with great glee and many crunching noises. If I were a nerd, I’d be askeered.

Our company is getting ready to relocate to a new facility, and in an effort to stop cramming us all into shared offices, they decided an “open collaborative environment” was the way to go. Great, I’ll be a cube monkey. However, on a positive note, my team’s upper management has approved Nerf warfare in the new facility. Rawk! On! I know a few guys who are goin’ -down-… and not in the nice way!

Meantime, since we are moving and having a complete office space make-over, it’s been decided that many items in the current building are up for grabs. Chairs, desks, bookcases, pretty much everything. I laid claim to the only currently available corner desk this morning. I got in early and my boss and I wandered the building doing a little bit of “shopping.”

Most everything that has been labeled as free has been spoken for. All items labeled such have bright yellow signs on them. The deal is, you get to it first, put your name on the sign, shoot an email over to dude down the hall, and it’s yours. Some wise guy decided to plaster everything else in the building with white signs.

One white-sign item has become a hotly prized commodity and several of us are bidding on it and prepared to scrap it out. What could such an item be? Is it a fax machine? Perhaps an uber snazzy coffee pot? One of the many copies of Monet?

Nope!

It’s the personal items vending machine in the ladies room.

That’s right, bitchez! We are fighting over the tampon dispenser! Now how often do you think -that- happens?

*** What? You think I’d tell you guys where I fricking work? Hells no! You’ll be wanting in on the tampon action too, and there’s already too much competition!

Remember that little stove mishap over the weekend? Well, the landlord got someone out on Tuesday to take a look. Yeah, Tuesday. I know, nice.

At any rate, dude looks it over, replaces the part that blew up and informs me that while that’s fixed, there’s another part that needs to be replaced as it shorted out when the bitch blew. A part which he wasn’t quite sure he’d be able to find due to the age of the stove. While he’s hunting it down, I have three working burners and a functional oven - as far as I know, I haven’t tried to use the oven yet.

Anyhoo, I’ve trekked about a hundred miles around the office today (and in these shoes? ow!) and came back to my desk with my phone chirping and telling me I had VM. VM is sometimes like a little piece of candy to me, a delightful little way to break up the monotony of the day.

Sadly, this was more like a piece of day old dried up white bread. Just an inquiry from the landlord as to whether or not I was satisfied with the work that was done and whether or not he could close the file.

Uh. No.

Apparently, repair dude didn’t bother to call him and inform him of the status. He knows now, believe it.

Heh, although, in my haste, I forgot to mention that the MRS is back.

Arg.