A Series of Unfortunate Events....

I'm having terrible luck the last few days...it just seems to be following me.

Saturday: India Fest stunk, I dropped my cell phone in the toilet, then I ended up with a terrible headache that night.

Sunday: The calm before the storm.

Monday: First I forgot to eat breakfast, and then I left my coffee on the kitchen counter. Then I spent over an hour on the phone (mostly on hold) with Cingular. Then the high powered microwave at work torched my lean cuisine (which I ate anyway). And just when I think its as bad as it could get, I had a meeting with my boss where I was told that 1.) I have to babysit the new intern (which means my work thats been piling up while I was gone to DHL will have to keep waiting) and 2.) I'll be back at DHL full time starting tomorrow (today) until June 1st, at which point I will be there 'at least' half days until July 1st (cried all the way home from work and then a little on the couch). To top it off, at our softball game I hit a pop fly towards first base - the guy caught it and instead of tagging the base he chased me to tag me out - which, in turn, lead to me pulling my groin muscle on my left leg. It didnt really 'hurt' at first but after I sat down at home and tried to get back up, it was quite clear.

Today: Wake up early (to a very sore groin) to get to work early to *hopefully* get a little extra done before the intern shows up. But, just my luck, traffic, which is never bad, was, and I still ended up getting there at my usual time. Then for the first time since I started work at Cat, I couldnt find one decent parking spot and end up in the back lot - hobble into the office. GRRRRR! Then at my weight watchers meeting I weighed in at .6 pounds heavier than last week. FOR GOODNESS SAKES! Then it was off to DHL where I found that we had been bumped from the nice conference room and stuck in a corner room with no windows and a junky old folding table. Super. Then I go to sit down and bang my knee really really hard on the leg of said junky table. Later I find out I have a meeting from 3:30 to 4:30 - I was planning to cut out at 4. At the end of the meeting my boss asks me to have a document preped for him for tomorrow afternoon, which ment a trip back to Morton (20 miles round trip) to get the files. And just when I thought there was a tiny ray of hope....To finish off the day, I had Josh try to call Paul, the best man in our wedding, to confirm the details for Saturday, only to find out that his phone has been disconnected.

I'm going to bed.

At this rate I'm afraid that by the end of the week I'm going to be dead, or have a mental break. Is it Friday yet?