Have you heard of "Murphy's Law" before? Well Miss English major over here (my mom won't let me forget that!) had never heard of it until my mom explained it to me last week. For those of you who may not know, Murphy's Law is how you would refer to a day when everything that could go wrong, does go wrong.
It started that morning... I usually drive in to work wearing my flip flops (my shoe of choice), and then switch into my socks and shoes once I get to the break room. Unfortunately for me, I didn't really think through the fact that it was raining on my way in to work, so when I got out of the car and took off toward the building where I catch the bus, my feet got soaked. I had to walk holding on to my pants so they wouldn't drag in the puddles, all the while needing to walk at the pace of a snail because my shoes were so slippery. When I finally got to the break room to change my shoes, I tried to change while standing and almost fell. Great start to the day, right? I should have known how it was going to go after that.
Throughout the rest of the day, lots of things kept going wrong as far as the job went. Things were mixed-up or missing at different times throughout the day (all easily and quickly fixed so that Guests didn't even know there was a problem, but we had to keep retracing our steps and figuring things out).... at one point I even had a wrestling match with the stapler! It got jammed with a paper I needed stuck to it, and the paper wouldn't come out! I knew that it was a crazy day when a Guest told me that he would give me a moment to finish my battle with the stapler before asking me his question!
Well this morning reminded me of that day last week, because nothing seemed to be going right today either. I woke up to realize that my mom was sick, which meant that even though I was exhausted and didn't want to, I had to help out with more than my usual morning tasks (I am so not a morning person... I'll pitch in at night if you need me to, but you're lucky if I'm actually out of bed in the morning, so I was not in the best mood when I realized that my mom wasn't feeling well, and I know that I'm a horrible person for that). My mom kept saying that she would take the kids to school, but I finally convinced her that I had enough time and I took them myself. I got home and had to rush to finish getting ready, but managed to make it out the door with just enough time to get to work by the time I was supposed to clock in. I got all the way to work before I realized that I had never put on my belt (part of my costume) and I had never brushed my bangs!
So of course once I'm at work there is nothing I can do about my appearance. My shirt has to be tucked in, so I tried to pull it out over my pants just enough to cover the fact that I didn't have a belt on, while still looking put-together. I ran my fingers through my bangs in hopes that it would do something (didn't really work though) and then I waited for the bus. Well wouldn't you know that of all days, today the bus was late? There's usually two buses that run, one of which actually goes to my location. With my luck, there was only one bus this morning that was taking turns running the two different routes, and it was going to the opposite side of the park first. By the time it came back to pick up for my side of the park, I knew that I was going to be clocking in late, but there was nothing I could do about it. I've never been late before, so I was hoping that one day wouldn't totally kill me, and I knew that I would make up for it with my work ethic once I was in there. As I predicted, I clocked in two minutes late and ran from the break room across to my location.
Wouldn't you know that today was also going to be the day that there were too many people scheduled and it wasn't a busy day, so they were offering to let people go home early? I literally walked three steps in from the door before my boss asked me if I wanted to go home early... meaning like, turn around and clock out right then. Normally, I would never choose to go home if I had already driven all the way to work, but I figured if I left then, I would be able to make it home in time to pick up the kids from school, saving my mom the trip out of the house. So I called my mom to fill her in, said good-bye to my boss, and headed back out. I literally drove an hour and a half today for absolutely no reason, but of all days, I really needed to just come home and sit today. After the morning I had, I was actually glad to have an excuse to clock back out and go home.
The rest of the day went a little more smoothly. I picked up the kids from school, my sisters and I went to the store before my brother even got home from school, and I made dinner for everyone tonight. By the way, I don't think I've ever made an entire steak and mashed potatoes meal completely by myself, so I was pretty happy with the way things turned out... nothing was burned in the process, and everyone enjoyed the meal! But of course there were a handful of items that hadn't quite made it onto the grocery list, so I ended the night by running back out to the store before bedtimes.
It was quite the day today, but I feel like everything worked itself out in the end, and I'm looking forward to getting back on track tomorrow. Now I'm just hoping that my mom starts feeling better in the morning, so if everyone could send positive thoughts her way, it would be appreciated! Don't you just hate when moms are sick? Nothing seems normal when a mom is out of commission... like even though the rest of us know how to live our lives if she's busy with something, at least she's there to help us when we need her. But when she's sick, you feel like you don't want to bother her with anything and you're suddenly faced with the responsibility of making decisions on your own (is the steak actually done, or should it go longer, or is it going to be overcooked now, or is the lighting just making it look weird? Oh boy!). At the same time though, we're always proud of ourselves when we survive my mom getting sick. It happens very rarely, but when she's not feeling well, we certainly realize just how much we need my mom for every little thing! So feel better soon, Mommy!
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