Tuesday, April 3, 2012

The Bad Day

Let me start out by saying that I will be sharing pictures with you on the progress of my apartment but I'm waiting until I can make a trip out to The Container Store to help fix a little problem I like to call "a whole lotta junk in the kitchen." 

(SIDE NOTE: How much do I love the Container Store right now? SO much. I called them out on Twitter because I kept getting "Welcome to your new home" coupons multiple times a day for about four straight days. They told me to email someone there and so I did. This was not to complain, mind you. I love me some coupons. But, being in communications myself, I thought they'd want to know. Some non-coupon-loving people may get frustrated and click the dreaded "unsubscribe" button. Anyways, they said they are sending me a gift certificate as a thank you for bringing it to their attention. Great use of social media and great customer service. There's a good chance the giftcard will probably only be for $5 but, if it's for any amount greater than $0, then I'm pretty pumped.)

Alright, back to it.

I've been writing about the excitement and fun of moving to a new city. But, let me tell you, the occasional "bad days" apparently know no geographical boundaries. Nothing earth-shattering happened. My world is not disrupted. I'm not teetering on the edge of sanity. But, it was one of those days when none of the "little things" seemed to go right. And, whether you're interested or not, I've compiled a list for you. It goes a little something like this...

Is this glass half-full or half-empty? (Yes, that's a box I haven't
unpacked yet in the background. Ugh, I guess it's half-empty)
  • I tripped over the ironing board in my apartment.
  • I had to iron this morning
  • I dropped a giant dollop of peanut butter directly on the floor. I was making a sandwich and literally just missed the bread, like a loser. 
  • I had to wait forever for the elevator to go from the 12th floor to the 1st floor only to get outside and realize that I'd left my Metro card upstairs in my apartment. 
  • I forgot to use my hand sanitizer post-Metro, pre-eating and now I'm 99.7% I'm going to get the plague. (I love being able to commute via Metro but going from working in a hospital to riding mass transit is quite an adjustment, germ-phobia-wise)
  • After I got off of the Metro, I got turned around and had to use the map on my iPhone to get me to my office. I tried to hold it in front of me (while I followed the blue arrows) and pretend like I was reading emails so that my fellow DC professionals wouldn't know. I'm a tool. Is there an app for that?
  • As I was walking into my office building some woman waved at me and so I waved back at her, like a crazy person. She wasn't waving at me. I don't know her. 
  • I ate 2/3 of my lunch prior to 11:30am. By the time 5:30pm rolled around, I was pretty hangry. (Hangry is a word I learned on Pinterest. It means Hungry + Angry)
  • I bought the world's most awful gum because it was on sale. I didn't know it was the world's most awful gum. There should have been a sign that said, "We know this is on sale but you should only buy it if you like things that taste gross."
  • I decided to listen to music while I worked today and not once, not twice, but FOUR times, I forgot I had earphones in my ears and stood up really fast only to have my head jerked back. Fool me once, earphones, shame on you. Fool me four times, well, there's no expression for that because who does that?
  • I was wearing my new jeans and put my hand in my pocket and it TURNED BLUE due to the dye. I tried to take a picture for you all but it didn't do the weird blue tint justice. I'm sure you've been there before (right?!). I guess temporary Smurfdom is just the price we have to pay for some dark denim style. (Blogger is trying to tell me Smurfdom is not a word. Don't mess with me, Blogger! Today is NOT the day!)
  • I decided to check out the gym at my new apartment. I put on my Carolina Panthers t-shirt, some stretchy pants, and made my way downstairs, InStyle in-hand. Then, I got on a busted elliptical machine. It kept shutting off every 5 minutes and telling me to check some malfunctioning part that was making it feel like I was trying to wade through concrete buried in mud wrapped in gold. It was hard, y'all. I got embarrassed that people thought I couldn't hack the elliptical so I got off the machine like that was my plan all along (a nice little 15 minute warm-up) and went to use the weight machines. Which I don't know how to use. I had to read the instructions on every one. I tried to pretend like I was stretching - you know, because I'm so hardcore - while I read them. Basically, I can't go back to the gym for a while. 

But, in a effort to see the [wine] glass as half-full, there were some saving graces.

  • If there was a contest for best-dressed lunch, mine would totally win. Although, in this case, it's not what's on the inside that counts. Because, on the inside was string cheese, baby carrots, and peanut butter & jelly. 

Lunchbox and sandwich bag. Stylin' and profilin'
  • I got to come home to this beautiful view at sunset
It was prettier in real life. 
  • New Girl is on tonight  (I don't have a picture for this)
  • It's the Makeover episode of Biggest Loser (Again, no pictures. But I definitely cried.)
  • I found out that the amazing Jessica Straus is going to be my new neighbor! My DC friends have been very welcoming of me but only JStraus has gone so far as to move into my building. Now, that's some welcome-wagon-dedication.

Alright, DC, whatcha got on tap for tomorrow? I'm ready.

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