rikibeth

This was not my morning.

Okay, not having to scrape ice off my windshield wasn't so bad. It had warmed up enought that it wasn't frozen.

But it had not warmed up enough that the ice in the parking lot near work had melted.

And it was dark.

And although they had sanded, I could not tell ice from pavement.

So I did a classic vaudeville banana-peel pratfall at 4 AM. And landed smack on my butt. At least I didn't try to brace myself with my hands and break a wrist or anything.

And then I wanted coffee. And, in a classic case of "need the coffee before you can make the coffee," I failed to notice that the little button was set on Great Big Ginormous Urn, instead of Make Me A Goddamned Airpot So I Can Wake Up.

So the water went ALL over the floor while I was gathering my equipment and letting it brew.

I maintained the presence of mind to actually mop it up so that nobody else would slip and fall and land on THEIR butts. But it meant I had to take the time to mop it up.

And I splashed hot coffee on my hand when I took the overfilled airpot to dump it out so I could make some coffee for real.

And then I realized I had turned on my oven with the water bath from yesterday's cheesecake in it. So I had to take out a tray full of hot water instead of being smart and taking out the water when it was cold.

And just to top it off my radio has stopped working and I forgot to bring my iPod.

Luckily, the day got no worse from there.