When it Rains, it Pours

I mean, seriously, isn’t it amazing how a day can run it its course from one place to another? I mean, maybe I’m being a little extreme, but today was one of those days where nothing big happens, but all those little things add up and suddenly you’re like, “um, when can I go back to bed??”

I started my day in an amazing mood. Like birds helping me get ready for work a la Cinderella-style amazing. I’m not really sure what spurred my good mood, but I’m prety sure most of it was caused by Spotify. I know that Google+ has launched, and I got on board like the techy-geek I am, but truth be told, I don’t really know what to do with it. But SpotifySpotify, I can get on board with. I’ve been reading about it on my geek bible blog Lifehacker for over a year now, so when it finally came over to the US, I hopped onboard (via an invite from Klout – who tells me I am an expert on puppies?!  Um, thanks Tully. My sister having a dog for two months has made me an expert – obvi) Anyway, Spotify uploaded all my music, synced it all to my fancy droid and was basically making me the happiest person ever all morning. So, I was hop, skip, jumping to work this AM, even stopping to give directions to two very lost people on my way to the subway. Running up the stairs with a good 45 min to spare before my 11am meeting, I was making amazing time. Time enough to grab some breakfast and an iced coffee on my way into the office when all of a sudden I was faced with the dreaded announcement + orange tape that there were no trains running locally into Manhattan.

WTF, MTA. Are you kidding me?! As I stood on the Astoria-bound platform (for all you non-New Yorkers, I was now waiting for a train to take me AWAY from the city, further into Astoria before being able to switch to an express stop and wait AGAIN for a train to take me into Manhattan), I texted my CM having just no idea how long it would take me to get to the city. The thought of grabbing a cab crossed my mind, but my history tells me that it would have just taken more time. An HOUR later (I should note here my normal commute is about 20 minutes), I was finally rushing toward Times Square and into my office on W. 44th St. Seriously MTA? Day ruined. It was 11:10am and I was totally late for my meeting. Ugh!

Have I mentioned how much I love my job? Seriously, I have enough stories about the shows I have worked on to fill a book (right, Mom?), and I feel the universe is finally rewarding my CM perseverance with an amazing opportunity. Not one that I want to blow by being 10 minutes late to a producer meeting! UGH, MTA!

In any case, I ran into the office and discovered the meeting had been cancelled. I suppose it was good news, but I was so frazzled by my commute that I was a mess. I sat down at my computer, and after having to update my computer access so I could update my QuickBooks file yesterday, could no longer access any of my network files. Seriously? No Quickbooks, no union reports, no anything. Cut to my phone ringing off the hook asking questions that I could only solve with network access, and I was just slowly descending into the depths of an irrational hysteria. I decided I just need a little coffee, to settle down into some sort of a work mode. I went to the kitchen, poured my coffee, added milk, took a sip and @(*$&!@(#&!#, the milk had gone bad – hold it just a second, why is everything in this fridge warm and tepid? In the Heights reference? Anyone? No one? (I feel I should mention at this point of my blogging, my computer/Spotify randomly, out of nowhere, started playing “New York, New York.” Awww, Spotify wants me to remember what I’m doing here during my rant of the ridiculous events of the morning! Thanks Spotify!!)

Anyway, to say the least, I was a hot, hangry mess. Sorry, Sister Act!

I managed to finally pull myself together. I got my drives remapped on my computer, my CM got everyone out of single user in Quickbooks, I printed checks, I stickered payroll labels, I finished union reports, and I filed workers’ comp claims, and most importantly, I ordered lunch! All in all, it turned out to be a very productive day, but it just never felt like it came together. Eventually, I headed to the theatre, where all was totally fine for a Wednesday night, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was totally out of my groove. I mean, all was business as usual, but I just felt like I couldn’t get it together. Don’t you just hate those days?

I was supposed to cross-train / run two miles today, and I just couldn’t do it. I headed home in the heat and was in my pjs in a record-breaking amount of time after walking though the door. Cousin Susan bought Coronas (actually Coronitas, since I’m in half-marathon training), and they totally won out the night (also, Golden Oreos, but let’s not focus on that). After the ridiculously horrid four mile run I had last night, it was a lovely night off. I have the day off on Friday, so I felt switching out my 2 mile run from today until Friday was the best thing for my psyche.

Naturally, after typing all these things out, none of them seem like a big deal. I suppose it was just that kind of terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days that we all have every once in a while. I will put off on the moving to Austraila part for now, but am fully heading to bed immediately to avoid any sort of Groundhog Day occurrence of this day again tomorrow.

Good night all from Astoria, where the N/Q trains are not running locally into Manhattan from 10am -3pm again tomorrow, so plan accordingly!