The trains were running way off schedule. They were crowded to the point that my toes were stepped on repeatedly. Someone was leaning really hard into my back, my purse was in the way no matter where I put it and then one of my fellow passengers began hallucinating. Whatever it was that he was battling required a lot of shouting of some rather foul language. All of this added up to a really tense ride. Tension = headache in my world. Ugh.
So, I get to the office. I had not been happy when I left last week…I’d been in the midst of a pointless discussion that I seem to have every couple of months. “I know what I’m telling you does not match the law. I agree that you have interpreted the law properly. I also know that the man behind the window does not care. He’s been doing this for 20 or 30 years and you will never change his mind and, really, without that stamp of approval from him, you’re sunk. Sure, of course, I’ll go call and check again.” Such a waste of time and money but what do I know?
Anyway. I get to the office and that red light on my phone is blink, blink, blinking away. I glared at it. I did everything I could think of before checking that message. I even considered ignoring it. The whole time I was using some of the curses I’d learned on the train ride in under my breath. Finally, I picked up the phone and jabbed in the code only to hear…
Hewwo? Hewwo? Hi! Mommy!
That little Monkey managed to get his hands on Duhdee’s phone on Saturday and he called me at work. What a sweetie.
I’ve listened to it three times already. For some reason, it doesn’t feel like such a cwappy Monday anymore.