That’ll teach me to write an upbeat post. This day has sucked. Got stopped for speeding on the way to work – 66 in a 50. Fortunately (ha) someone had an accident so he let me go with a warning. Then my nanny disappeared. She was supposed to take Pumpkinhead to soccer and just never showed up. Finally, way too late, Chapin located her at her oldest daughter’s house where she said she was just about to get on the road home. WTF?!? So my Dad had to take Pumpkinhead to soccer. That would have been fine except my Grandfather (the last grandparent) passed away today. My Dad is leaving for his home country tomorrow, but none of us can go because it’s just too far and expensive.

To top it off, during our regular weekly staff meeting today my boss asked me if I was “handling things okay.” He said that I appear to be down or that my emotions are up and down. Again, WTF??!?! I am keeping things completely on the down low at work, or at least I thought so. Apparently the frowny face rules again. I have frown lines at my tender young age and have been told that people think I’m uptight. I am. But I’m a really friendly, loving person once you get to know me. Problem is that I have this expression I get when I’m concentrating, just like my Dad, and apparently people interpret it as an angry or upset face. Add in the fact that I’m a bit awkward/reserved and people think I’m uptight and angry all the time. Sheesh! Boss wanted to know if I was juggling work and school all right. I have never, ever had a boss who has questioned my competency. Made me feel so bad.

I left that meeting and picked up my ringing phone only to hear Chapin say, “Sorry about your grandfather.” I didn’t know anything. My mother was going to tell me after class. Then my boss came in with more work so I had to hang up. It was already 5:20 and I ended up staying until 5:45. Class was supposed to start at 6. Numb, I drove straight home and stopped at the local gas station to pick up a six pack of Corona. Now I’m two bottles down and feeling much better. Yes, I’m going to stop now. Shouldn’t be drinking at all with all of these medical issues and the damn Cymbalta but I am seriously ready to scream (or cry or somehow burst with emotion). So screw it.