My commute in to work today was crap. Just miserable. An average driving speed of 20 mph on the freeway, and completely stopped in several different spots along the way.
A trip that usually takes me 20 minutes in the morning took me nearly 45 today. Ugh.
Now, granted, 45 minutes isn’t terribly long – some people I work with were on the road for 2 hours today. (Literally.) So really, I don’t have any reason to complain.
Still, I arrived to my parking garage just spent. Tired. Nerves shot. And I hadn’t even stepped foot inside my office building yet.
The workday itself was fine (thank goodness); but at the end of the day when I returned to my car and tried to exit the parking garage, I received a computer message: “See attendant.” What? I pushed the red help button. No response. What the…? I parked my car, got out, walked two blocks to the area of the parking garage where the humans sit, waited in line – and was then given the runaround. I returned to my car irritated and not confident that I would have successful resolution to the whole “I-would-like-to-leave-now-please” issue. Thankfully, a human was waiting for me at the exit, so I was able to get help – but I had to pay cash to get out. Seems that their credit card machine was broken. Umm….. I don’t carry cash on me. The now-less-helpful-human looked at me. Shook his head at my plastic card, and simply said, “Cash only.” Double-sigh. I foraged through my car’s glove box, scrounging for loose change; and mercifully, I came up with the required amount needed to pay the troll (think Three Billy Goats Gruff). I began my drive home in much the way I arrived earlier that morning: Spent. Tired. Nerves shot.
Oy. It’s going to be a long return trip, isn’t it?
To add more irritation to the “I-would-just-like-to-get-home-please” situation, I had to stop at the grocery after work. The grocery store at 5 pm on a weekday night – not a good scene. I parked my car in the lot, and braced myself for what could be a taxing event.
As I closed the door to my car and began walking towards the store, I turned and saw this:
Hilarious! “Someone” knew that I needed a freaking break tonight, and tossed this incredibly random piece of crazy-fun-goodness in my path. I chuckled out loud at the absurdity of the object – and in making joy audible, I felt the weight of the day begin to lift. I felt the sense of grayness in my mood begin to slip away. I breathed in deeply, allowed a smile to come to my lips, and entered the grocery store ready for whatever may come.
And it was all good.