Not a Stellar Day

You’ve all had them. Those days that would make you cry unless you find a way to laugh along the way. Actually, I’m about to give in to the crying part anyway because it hasn’t ended yet, but anyway….

I worked out this morning and that always makes the day better. I should have stayed and worked out all day instead of coming home to tackle the multitude of “minor” things on the list today. First of all, I called our local body shop to make arrangements for not one, not two but three vehicles to be repaired. Two are minor, but one has pretty significant hail damage. That will get done while my family is in Europe.

Next I called about having the seat in my car repaired. I have to go 35 miles to the dealer for that because it is 2500 miles from the end of the warranty, but I’ll take it since that was the only bright spot in the day. I have an appointment for Friday morning. I will be there for 2 or 3 hours. What fun!

After that, I called the cellular insurance company to confess to having dropped my phone in water (weeks ago) and though it worked for awhile after being thoroughly dried out, it has slowly lost all resemblance to a useful form of two-way communication. That’s the second replacement I’ve had in a year – so they cancelled my insurance. I have to go a year before they’ll reactivate. This is not normal for me. I’m the one in the family that doesn’t lose, break, or screw up things. Hardly ever. Except today.

Then I called my corporate office because I am not receiving a particular piece of literature on time and that hampers the way I work my business. To say they seem unconcerned is somewhat of an understatement. I am tempted to call back and say “Does the word `deactivate’ mean anything to you?”

I left a vacuum cleaner for repair yesterday, so I went by and picked that up. Miraculously, though the manufacturer has gone out of business, they had the part it needed and they were able to fix it….to the tune of $46.

A bargain compared to the next stop: I noticed last night that I’d lost a stone out of my ring. No big deal. Wrong! I’d lost the stone because I broke the ring. Replacing one little stone has turned into a $200 repair. Can’t wait to tell my husband that.

I made it to the gas station with about a half a gallon of gas left in my car. I shouldn’t do that to myself because it is painful to put $31 worth of gas in a car. I’m glad we got rid of the Suburban and the full-size van.

Things kind of evened out for awhile until my husband finally got home (he missed dinner per usual) and then in the course of the resulting conversation told me he wanted one of the desks I’ve been using. I’ve never had a desk of my own here. Everything I’ve used has been a hand-me-down and now the use of the roll-top has been taken away, too. It’s not that big a deal and I know that, but it was too much on top of the rest of the day. I only used it once a week to prepare my deposit and on the first of the month to do my end-of-the-month books and for storage. Now I have my stuff in boxes sitting in the middle of the game room. I have to find a cheap solution (remember the ring repair) FAST – before my workshop where my customers will come in and there is my stuff in the floor in boxes! The main advantage to using that desk for finances was it was downstairs away from the distractions of the computer, etc. I’ll have to learn to turn off the thing so emails and IMs don’t interrupt me when I’m doing the books.

So that’s my terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day. Hope yours was better, and I know mine will be tomorrow because tomorrow is a new day!