LP & the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day...continued.

So...Thursday my luck was not much better.

On my way into work, my badge clip broke. Luckily, I didn't lose my badge. I just recently had to pay $30 to replace this badge.

So, I had to go to HR to get a new badge clip b/c I don't have any in my desk drawer...then, I get to HR & set my coffee down, but end up spilling it all over the front counter. Lovely.

After that...I'm down in my office...trying to print something. My printer is on top of a 4 drawer filing cabinet, and I'm barely 5 feet tall. When it stops printing, I have to kick off my shoes & stand on my chair to see what exactly is going on.
So......I do this. Except...I've got a youtube video of "Mercy" by Duffy playing on the computer. When I get the paper jam undone & I'm waiting for everything to start printing again, I'm standing on the chair looking at the printer, but I'm totally dancing. Who walks by? Um........the President. The President of this hospital walks by as I am standing barefoot in my chair & dancing. I just turned away from him as he cruised on by. No telling what he thinks/thought....

Then, my boss forgot to place my lunch order b/c we ordered out. The person who picked up the food said that my boss must have gotten my salad order wrong & she handed me this grilled chicken salad to eat. So, I grab my fries (the ones that I thought I ordered) and my jacked-up-order salad & I go to town. Before lunch is over---it comes to light that I've eaten one person's lunch & another person's fries...and it's just all kinds of f*cked up.

And...on top of that the only thing to drink was sweet tea & I haaaaaaate sweet tea.
(rememer...Alexander & the terrible horrible cereal situation...that was me yesterday with the tea...it was sad.)

Today...started my morning off bright & early taking my car into the insurance service center, and they were...well, let's just say that it was not as easy this go 'round as it has been in the past.

And my rental car...Oh, my rental car.
If one single person posts about me being an ungrateful bitch after reading what I'm about to post, well... well, I am sure I won't do anything. I really don't care at this point.
My rental car: a big a$$ Chevy Impala.
Are you f*cking kidding me?
This car is so big that it really should be measured by square footage. And, have I mentioned that I'm 5 feet tall? I am a nervous nelly driving this thing & I have to keep two hands on the wheel to keep the f*cker in my lane. It's huge. H-U-G-E. I hate it. I hate the Chevy Impala. The interior is as big as the White House & Gage will be sitting in the West Wing. Not to mention the fact that it does not have GPS. Don't they realize that I am one of those people who becomes dependent upon technology? I rely on a calculator. I rely on my GPS. I rely on that little screen on my normal car that tells me exactly how many miles I have to empty. I rely on the next screen on my normal car that tells me where my nearest gas station is located. I rely on my back up sensor & this Chevy Impala has a back up blind spot as wide as a mobile home. It's crazy. It's ridiculous that THIS should be my assigned rental. Surely there is a grandma some place having her big ol' car serviced & would thoroughly enjoy something like this. Me? Not so much.

I.HATE.THE.CHEVY.IMPALA.

Surely my luck will change soon. I ought to just have orange cones set up all around me lately.