What a wonderful world… not.

What a ridiculously horrible day! It’s not even over yet, and I’ve already had quite enough of it.

It started with really nasty weather, heavy clouds, incredibly annoying rain and cold wind… it was so damn dark that I had serious problem with dragging myself out of the bed after a nightmarish/sleepless night.

So… it’s 5 a.m., dark, cold and ugly, but eventually I do manage to wake up enough and go to the bathroom to wash myself, but no luck, there’s no water. Apparently some pipe has burst somewhere. That means washing my teeth and whatever else needs to be washed in a glass of water that I have left in my kettle from yesterday. That also means my hair won’t look too good today. Screw it, I am better than that, I won’t worry about my external appearance. What’s inside is what matters, right? Right??

Then there is that huge traffic jam. I have to waste nearly 35 minutes standing in a dirty, smelly and crowdy bus while trying to get to work in time. I fail, of course.

I get to school almost one hour late and first thing I get for good morning is nasty scolding from the boss. Yeah, she has serious anger management problem, she’s famous for that. Hormones, I guess. And bad marriage.

I survive the outburst because I am a tough bitch, but then I get hit by an innocently looking announcement pinned to the teachers room’s door. In nicely rounded letters it is telling me that the scary school documentation check-up that was scheduled for the end of the month was re-scheduled for TOMORROW, and the school was informed about it this very morning. I happen to be the school’s foreign languages section leader, so guess what I’ll be doing all afternoon and most of the night. Papers, damnit, papers. Because it turned out that the new management of the agency supervising my school fancies something totally different than the stuff we have prepared. Joy.

But that’s not all, no. First class today, a student’s cell phone rings and she ANSWERS it. I get ready to charge at her like a mad bull (or cow), but get stopped half-way when the girl faints. First aid done, she recovers slightly and it turns out her father has just died. He was fighting cancer for the last few years… that sure brings back some painful memories to me, so I take care of the girl, give her a hug, a tissue and some sweet tea, and find someone adult to escort her home. Not much a stranger can do in such situation, but she seemed grateful, so maybe it did help a little.

During the break after my second class, I get into a nasty quarrel with one of the teachers because she doesn’t seem to approve that the students like me so damn much. WTF? It takes her good 8 minutes to spew all the bile on me. I just say I feel sorry for her, because nobody likes her and I leave. Sure, I fully expect her to gossip behind my back right now.

One class more and I leave school at last, go to the bus stop and… have to wait for nearly 50 minutes in this damned cold because there was an accident somewhere on the road and my bus got stuck in a traffic jam. I play cool, walking in circles to keep warm, but I really feel like sitting right there on the pavement and crying like an idiot. Killing someone with my bare hands and teeth seems a nice alternative, though.

Finally, I get home only to find a huge puddle of cat puke on the bathroom floor. Yes, I find it the hard way by stepping into it barefoot. I don’t even have the motivation to curse any more at this point. Thanking gods the water is back I just clean up, sit on the sofa and wait for whatever happens next. Because no shit, something just has to happen, it can’t be over yet. Lo and behold, ten minutes later my dad calls that he will have to stay longer at work because there was an accident at the building site and a worker is probably dead.

I start crying.

Then I remember there is some chocolate left in the cupboard. I stuff myself silly with said chocolate, wash it down with a huge glass of ice-cold coke. My first food and drink today. My stomach starts aching and my throat hates me as well, but I do feel slightly better. It doesn’t last long, however, for my cat pukes again, this time on the carpet. I decide to leave the mess where it is and simply change the room. Which brings me to the comp and eventually here to write this entry.

Now I am waiting for the comp to explode before I hit "save" while I deal with the paperwork. Or something like that.

Depressed? Who, me?