So today was kind of a shitty day. Not because someone got upset with me or I got hurt or anything serious. No my day was bad because I'm hungry! I know I'm sounding like a 2 year old but I get super grumpy when I'm hungry. I'm sure everyone has these days. My day:
6:00: So I wake up already hungry so before I do anything I put a piece of bread in the toaster so that I can have breakfast. I go to do other things and end up burning the toast a bit but no time for more so I eat my piece of burnt toast and head to work.
7:50: I get to work and start an unbelievably busy day with all the unrealistic deadlines that go with it. Deadlines that no human could ever reach.
11:00: My stomach has started rumbling and I think maybe I'll go eat something and come back to this project but no, it's due by noon so I will eat then.
12:00: I somehow met my deadline but as I was handing it of to my boss he tells me that the assistant he had helping him yesterday had not proofed his Brief and it was all messed up and he needs it proofed ASAP.
12:15: My stomach is making noises so loud that the girl sitting next to me can hear; well, I think she heard because she came over to my desk and said "you should at least go get something to eat and take it to your desk while you work." Obviously she is right, but I thought proofing would be a fast job when it turns out that it's a 60 page document with handwritten changes in ink so bright it's hard to read (not that his writing is EVER easy to read). So I think that I should just take a late lunch and work through to get as much done as I can. I had taken in a frozen dinner last week for days just like this one and I know somewhere in the back of my mind that it would only take 10 minutes to heat up the dinner in the microwave and eat it quickly - since there are only usually about 6 bites in those dinners. But no I think a 1:00 lunch break will be just fine.
1:00: only on page 35 of my document although my stomach feels like it's starting to eat itself and I'm getting a bit dizzy....this just slows me down because it takes longer to read if you are having some hypoglycemic dizzy spell.
2:30: almost done but client calls and asks that I do something for her on a rush basis. This woman pretty much pays my salary so I have to do whatever she needs. I am starting to get grumpy so I know I have to eat soon or I'll move on to the next stage of hunger which is the emotional stage and that usually doesn't end well in an office environment. As soon as I start to cry it doesn't stop!
3:30 Finally finished!! Yay! But still have another project to go so I get started on that thinking, hey, I'm off at 4:00 anyways so might as well keep going. Besides, by this point my hunger pangs have turned to nausea and I'm pretty sure my fat cells are loving it because my body has gone into starvation mode.
3:45 - FUCK IT!!! I'm snapping at everyone in the office for things that are totally not their fault I have to go home and eat.
4:30: I get off the train and see that my bus is waiting so I try to hurry over but there are slow walking people in front of me that won't move. I'm almost to the bus running as fast as I can (which isn't very fast) and the bus closes its doors and drives away! WTF!? Next bus comes in 25 minutes. Guess I have to walk home, despite the fact that by this point my knees feel like jell-o and my head is throbbing. Even my ears are ringing and my eyelids feel heavy due to malnourishment.
4:50: Home. Figure I should stop by and get my mail as I've left it a couple of days now. Open the mailbox and see that I have a letter from the government (...please be a cheque, please be a cheque..) No dice! A letter from CRA telling me that my moving expenses which I claimed on my income taxes are being audited and I need to find every piece of paper that I've ever had in my possession for the last year and send it to them 30 days from the date of the letter - which, of course, was more than 10 days ago. Seriously?!
5:00: My apartment...finally can cook some supper! Open my fridge to remember that oh right, I haven't gotten groceries this week yet and that burnt toast I had this morning was my last piece of bread so I can't even go that route.
5:10: So here I sit with the crumbs left in the bottom of the Ritz box, a peach that has seen better days and my syringe with my B12 injection in it that I was supposed to take last week but I hate giving myself needles (even 4 years later it still creeps me out). I totally need a drink!
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