One of those

The other day was one bad one. It happens to everyone. (?) 

The night before, I hardly slept. The idea I had of getting up at 6am, didn’t work. Instead of changing it to 8, I snoozed, in and out of strange dreams for two hours. Then I hurried to work, late. 

Of course I skipped breakfast. Lunch disappeared in a meeting. Coffee is a mean lifesaver. By 3pm I realised that most of the day was gone. I was never going to cross off any to-do’s, the inbox was still quite packed. Everybody seemed to copy half the world in mail replies to me.(Why are people even doing that?) 

Coffee is a mean lifesaver.

I did something for the first time EVER; when I got a call from a very persistent colleague, I said the line was bad and I couldn’t hear him properly, and hung up. 

One big bad issue followed the other. No solutions appeared. 

I felt quite alone, and realised that I actually was alone. When my colleagues was having dinner with their families, discussing the day, I treated myself to another coffee machine cappuccino look-alike. 

As I drove home at 7pm, I had a discussion with myself in the car. Out loud. No sensitive answers there either. 

When I got inside the door, Cat gave me a stare. She demanded attention in a very load way. 

Yuhuu!