VENT

Bad things that have happened already today:
1. I woke up at 5:30 this morning, drove to the pool, and swam for a half hour. I usually swim one day a week in between my days with weights, but I don't feel like I exercised at all today.
2. I came home and cleaned out the litter box. That always pisses me off.
3. I started working a half-hour early. (This is not necessarily a bad thing.)
4. I got a call from a very perturbed funeral home director. Great thing to get right as you clock in. Apparently I screwed up an obituary rather royally yesterday (all because the formatting kept shutting my computer down and I had to type it in manually) -- I left out the visitation line -- and of course the family is pissed, and I had to refund them their money and I apologized to the family and said director (this, of course, would be my FIRST encounter with him... why couldn't this have happened after I'd worked with him a few times and he got to know me enough to realize that I am capable and attentive and and and......). I asked him not to throw me under the bus yet, but he completely ignored me and just insisted on the refund. I'm okay with the fact that I made a mistake; and, yes, it'll go on my record as an error, but that is okay. I am bothered because I just want him to be patient with me and not be mad.....
5. Crotchety old man calls immediately after I'm done filing all the necessary paper work for my stupidity. First thing he says? "I have a problem with you guys. Ready to hear some bitching?"
6. I'm freezing and about to burst into tears. If something else bad happens within the next six hours, I will cry. I will try not to, but I probably will.
7. Last night Dylan and I went to see 50/50. Most emotionally-stirring movie I've ever seen. I have never been affected by a film like that before. People say too often, "I laughed and I cried" and most of the time I feel as if they're just being dramatic, but...literally...I did. I was sitting there in the seat just engrossed in the film and all of a sudden Dylan's fingers appear under my eye. "Stop those tears, baby. It's just a movie! It's okay! It's okay!" Aaaaaaand then it put both of us in weird moods for the rest of the night.


But... I guess you could say I've been quite chameleon-like today. I have plenty of reason to be ridiculously happy today, and here's why:
1. I actually did burn some calories, instead of just sleeping in.
2. Dylan woke up happy, cheery, and talkative. He always makes me feel better.
3. When I dropped him off at work, he walked inside but then promptly came back out to the car. Leaning in the window, he said, "I love you," and kissed me again. That's exactly what I needed.
4. I met with some guy named Vince at 7:45 -- he has something to do with development or motivation or something here at The Star -- to talk about future direction and my eventual career path. He was personable, humorous, and helpful, and offered to help me meet some people here and make some connections.
5. My boss does not hate me for messing up that obituary. I know, I shouldn't be so upset about it, because everyone makes mistakes; but this is one job that you can't really screw up..... margin for error is like ZERO.
6. The old man that called to bitch told my boss that I was a cute little thing. I'm not mad at him anymore.
7. Vince came by and talked to my boss and told her she has a good worker. She says, "Yes. I know. She kicks ass every day. I like her."

It's the little things like this that count. 50/50 last night even gave me a slightly different perspective on life. As Dylan said when we were talking about it last night, life is too short to worry about slow drivers, or stupid people at work. I shouldn't waste my time harping on myself for one line left out of an obituary, whether or not I have burned enough calories today, or because my hair is too fluffy and isn't cooperating. What happens if I don't wake up tomorrow? Wouldn't my list of happy things be what I would want to remember? Would I be content with the fact that I wasted half of my day worrying and close to tears because of little stuff that won't matter tomorrow?

In all reality, the happy memories are the only memories worth keeping around until tomorrow.