Also affecting my general state of being was the fact that I had forgotten to re-stock my staple breakfast of oatmeal, and there was none to be had this morning. I had to leave for work today on just chai, and needless to say it’s not the best way to start the day. The drive over was plagued by a very cheery Khalid being consistently hit on by a range of men each of whom elaborated on a grand plan to sweep K of his feet for V.Day. Now, as much as I like Khalid (and we all know I do), I deeply resent how many men seem to want to sweep him off his feet, when none around me seem inclined to do so. What does Khalid have, oh-men-of-this-world, that I do not?
(Err, on second thought, don’t answer that! :P)
So I reach work and head to come face-to-face with the boss waiting at the reception looking pointedly at the clock. It’s 9:25 and I’m ten minutes beyond the acceptable time to come to work. This is NOT good, think I. Not good at all. She says, in a not-fun-tone-of-voice, that the Monday morning meeting will be at 10:30. I say I thought it was going to be at 9:30. She says, it’s already 9:30 (which it isn’t really, but who is going to argue with her in this sort of mood?). It turns out that the reason for the foul mood is that EVERYBODY is late. My fellow managers and most of their teams as well as some of the administrative staff have not come in. Anyhow. A full-staff meeting is at 10:00 (this is the one where we all get bitched out about being late) and then a managers meeting is at 10:30 (this is the one where we get bitched out about our teams being late, and about being bad role-models).
It’s 9:47am, and this damn day has just begun. Somehow, I suspect it may not exactly be a Hallmark production.