it's just not my day

Last night I collapsed into my bed at approximately 10:05pm, completely exhausted.  I briefly toyed with the idea of staying up to watch Damages, but when I couldn't find last week's episode that I missed online fast enough I just gave up and crashed.  I was tired from spending my afternoon and part of my evening in the company of all of my bosses, on my best behavior and also being hyper alert in case anyone asked me a question so that I wouldn't feel like an idiot.

I don't know about you, but trying to make sure I don't look like an idiot is extremely tiring.

Anyway, that brings me to this morning.  First decision, wear a dress to work.  This involves shaving of the legs.  So far, so good (ish.  Shaving one's legs at 7am when you're bleary eyed and still half asleep is not necessarily a recipe for a job well done but it'll do when you're going to wear stockings).  Next item:  Put on stockings (a word far preferable to pantyhose, don't you think?).  I immediately got a run in said stockings, but figured it's high enough on the leg that no one will ever know, particularly as there was no extra pair nor enough time to pick a new outfit before leaving for the bus (I'm on a very tight schedule in the morning to ensure I get as much sleep as possible). 

At this point I realize that the fighting with the stockings has not left enough time to make the bed (all part of my new being a grown up plan.  Make the bed when you wake up.  Makes going to sleep just that much better), but I got over it pretty quickly.  As I started gathering my things to leave (including extra heavy bag full of work stuff from yesterday) I realized that in my haste to find sweet, sweet slumber I failed to prepare breakfast for this morning.  I silently curseed myself and then decided I would just have to get a bagel at work.

I got myself on the bus and then on the train, where I noticed that somewhere between leaving my apartment and getting on the train my hair has transformed from pretty ok looking to crazy bag lady.  This happens pretty frequently, it's a shame no one can see me immediately after I've finished blow drying my hair and putting on my makeup when I look nice.  I don't actually see other people until I look like a crazy bag lady.  Somehow this happens even if they're in my apartment when I'm getting ready.  I think my hair may only ever look good in my bathroom mirror.


Back to the point.  Of course there are no seats on the train because it's rush hour and some people like to take up two seats when they only need one (ahem.  The train seat is not your lazy boy.  There is no need to spread your legs so far apart that another person could not possibly fit next to you.  Particularly when you are a very tall, skinny man.  It is ok to sit with your legs together.  I promise.  And please stop looking at me as if my standing in front of you is taking up  your personal space.  It's the subway, your personal space was forfeit when you walked through the door.  Get over it.)  Standing, holding on to the pole while juggling three bags full of stuff is not the easiest thing to do.  Particularly when you're me and balance is already an issue.  I'm proud to say that I only almost fell twice.  That's pretty good.


I got to work, took my coat off and noticed that the run in my stocking is slowly creeping its way down my leg (not surprising).  I don't have anything helpful like nail polish to stop it, however, so I'm just hoping that it won't go past the hemline of my dress until after work.  Let's be honest.  Bare legs is not exactly appropriate for January.  If only it was acceptable to wear jeans under my dress at work.  Someday...


so it's just one of those days where everything is a little off.  Things are not going according to plan, it's just kind of eh.  


While eating my lunch (leftovers from last night) I predicted it would take about 2 minutes for me to accidentally spray marsala sauce on myself (I didn't earn the nickname Messy Jessie as a child for nothing), and I was pretty much right on in that prediction.  It was only one spot, and you can't really see it, but still.  Add it to the list of things that are a little off today (though I still put my lunch in the win column because it was delicious and it was only one spot).


If it weren't for Grey's Anatomy I'm pretty sure I'd be going to sleep at 9 tonight.  It's going to be dramatic!