One of those days...

I've been trying my best lately to be a more positive, optimistic person. I always considered myself to be a realist--I don't get overly happy about things until they happen, and I don't get mad about things until I have a real reason to be--but I want to be one of those eternal optimists, so I'm trying--also, I have had enough of some negative people around, and I don't want to slide down that slippery slope and be like them. Life is more satisfying with rose-coloured glasses then spent rolling your eyes or being a nay-sayer. I have been doing so good--but then this morning. Oh, this morning. The few hours of life lately that I have just wanted to give up, go home, hop into bed and sleep the day away. I woke up and my throat was so sore--Am I catching the cold going around the office? Me--nahhh, I'll push through and go in, it's a beautiful day. Get ready--stop dead traffic for almost every exit when I near the city. Hour long drive to work--stalled car in the off ramp of my exit causing all the delays--some jerk decides OOPS this is my exit too and shoots across right in front of me (I guess my car isn't big enough, and my horn isn't loud enough). Kindly waves his middle finger at ME and continues on his merry way. Oh HELL no. I get to work--my usual spot is already taken by now, so I park farther away (Boy I hope it's not raining like yesterday when I come out this afternoon). I get to the machine to pay--out of order. Great. Jot down a quick note on why I didn't pay and put the stub on my dashboard, write down the number in my phone and go up to my office. I sit down, look at my feet and have a "DOH" moment....I forgot that my favourite nude patent leather pumps were stained a different colour from a pair of jeans I wore one night...well, that looks ridiculous. One true nude shiny shoe, and one blue-ish nude shiny shoe...off them come--on go my black pumps I keep here that look ok with my dress, but my belt is brown, so I feel self concious all day... I volunteered to put together an order for my Director for the gathering at her house--we are ordering specialty italian sandwiches---yeah, people take forever to respond for FREE food....HELLO???? If you don't answer me, you get the most disgusting sandwich on the list. Then I have a huge file I need to scan and send out that we just got designated. But wait--my beautiful new scanner is still in my old office, and to make matters worse, the one in here is an ancient artifact. I scan--one sheet at a time, for 40 minutes. Shocker: file is too large to attach in an email, so I try to zip the file...NOPE. still too big. I call IT...the people who should know how to do this right? He tries to split up the doc into two parts---BAM: file corrupt...now I have to RE-scan this 40 minutes worth of sitting here banging my head against the desk boredom. Thanks, DB. I scan it into 4 different files, screw it. My wonderful Director hears me yelling about throwing that piece of crap out the 7th floor window and comes in with a peace offering of going for breakfast. Oh hunny, how I love you. My day turns around at this point. Her amazing personality is so contagious, I can't even help but be in a wonderful mood when she's around. I vow to myself to spend more time with positive people like her.I could feel my blood pressure lowering as we chatted. Now I will spend the afternoon in a serene place (no, not the mental institution)--my much calmer office :) Going to try and even get out a few minutes early today, as yesterday I was a bit late getting out of here. Should be a nice night for bath :) Have a good day, everyone!