What's It To You?

First..........

I slept through the Golden Globes announcement because I was having this weird dream where JK Rowling and I hashed out the plot of the 7th book (cuz she needs my help, apparently) while Cate ranted about Sean Bean not getting an Oscar.

Then......

I discovered I had lost my hospital ID and all my keys.

And then.......

Everyone on the hospital shuttle was whining about not winning the transportation raffle. The rules were clear: Must be present to win. They were not present. They did not win. But whine they did. For 15 minutes. (Double bugged because the hospital has no obligation to see us transported from the station to work. One day, they are going to leave our sorry, cold rear ends at the station for being ingrates.)

And then.....

Some guy bolted ahead of me at McDonalds. No one was there and I only wanted a Diet Coke. He would have had to wait all of 2 minutes to be served. Big jerk.

And then.....

I had to get security to let me in my office due to missing keys. When the door opened, my keys were sitting on the desk. Very embarrassing as it meant 1) I had been wandering the hospital without ID at some point yesterday; and 2) security had come all this way for nothing; and 3) I am less than bright.

And then.....

Everyone else got a lovely chocolate gift for the holidays, except me. I got pears. Hm. I don't care what that song says about partridges and pear trees -- I'm a woman in need of chocolatey endorphin goodness. I curse this label "dietitian". Why didn't I become a phlebologist? No one knows what they are. But I bet they get chocolate.

And so....

I. Am. Crabby. What's it to you? 9:00 am and I'm already wanting to go to bed. So, I am going to go and drink more Diet Coke, whine about my frustrating morning, and then go see some kids. Poor kids. They deserve better.