Today has just been one of those days. I overslept for the second day in a row (I think the wedding I went to last weekend really took it out of me), and who doesn’t love running around like a chicken with their head cut off to start the day? Of course, last night, after a dinner of popcorn and wine, I decided to leave all of my normal breakfast/lunch prep stuff for this morning since I was going to get up at 515 to run. Whoops.
I did manage to make it out the door in time, just to realize as I turned out of my apartment building that I had forgotten my coffee and had a huge toothpaste glob on my dress. Good look for the day.
I stopped by Starbucks to pick up coffee, which I obviously desperately needed. I was behind a man who had never ordered coffee before (seriously, he asked questions about everything) and a woman who was buying breakfast for 10. 10 people. Predictably, the cashier was on his first day “in training” — because who doesn’t train staff during morning rush hour at a coffee shop?!? — and it only took 20 minutes to get a cup of black coffee.
In a cup with an unsecured top. That flew all over me the minute I tried to take a sip.
I tried to rally at this point, I really did. I told myself that things could only get better, and I got started on my work day. Where I work has a variety of safeguards that you must satisfy before you can log onto the network. My work computer has a SmartCard reader, and it has never given me problems before. After being at work for an hour and a half today, I was logged off and told my SmartCard had been blocked. Okay, cool?
After 30 minutes on the phone with IT (and getting such fantastic advice as restart your comp/make sure there are no smudges on the card), I was told I had to go to the main SmartCard office. Ugh. It’s the worst. I had to drive to another campus, search for parking, walk a mile (well, probably a half-mile), go through 4 security clearance points. When I got there, I was greeted with a sign that they had adopted summer hours – meaning 9 -12, 1 -4. It was 12:02, and the door was locked.
I didn’t scream in frustration (I may have cursed under my breath), just went back out of the building, went home to walk Taffy, and headed back up to the CDC at 1. NBD. Go through the ordeal of getting to the SmartCard office, and I find out that they are down for the afternoon due to network issues. They were going to send an email about it, but they hadn’t gotten to it yet. Of course. They said they’d call me if it worked out, but most likely, it’d be sometime tomorrow.
In other obnoxious news, I somehow deleted the Week in Review post that I posted yesterday (thanks, WordPress), and I don’t think that I can recreate it. Blarg. Additionally, I have to spend an hour this afternoon revising my “contract goals” for the fifth time this year because the company I contract for has revised their standards. Again.
I know in the grand scheme of things, all of what happened today is a minor annoyance. Really, I do. That doesn’t mean that I’m not ready to cry from frustration/exhaustion.
I do have some attempts to salvage the day coming up: a quick run in my (new!) Mizunos to test them out, Pure Barre, and Taffy’s bath time (her least favorite time). I have a new book waiting for me on my Kindle that I’m super excited to read. I decided to work at home this afternoon (way closer to the SmartCard office) in case they called me to come in, and so I was able to do some food prep for dinner and freezer food for next week. It can only go up from here, right?