Strongly Worded

Petulance

I lost a day. And I’m full of rebellious petulance about it.

I was scheduled to get home from my trip on Sunday afternoon, and, because of the fucking storm that closed Logan airport, I didn’t get home until Monday evening. I missed my 8:30 Monday morning meeting because I was stuck at the airport. This caused a domino effect: because I was out on Monday, I had to push back my Tuesday obligations. I missed another meeting. And, after a rushed day at work trying to catch up with a six-day backlog of email, voicemail, and snail mail, I also had to dig my car out from under the snow. I need it for my meeting tomorrow with this banker/donor.

I thought I’d shovel the car out in about an hour. Then I saw it. Or should I say, I saw the few bits of it that are visible under so much more snow than I anticipated. The three feet of snow that fell over the weekend fell not just on the car, but on the driveway, and on the street. Then this snow was packed together against my car by other people’s plows. I had no idea that snowplows have no regard for driveways. Because of this, I have ten feet of snow to shovel: the three feet on the actual car, the three feet packed between the car and the plowed walkway, and then the four feet that the snow plow wedged between the street and the curb. It will take me hours to remove all that snow. This sucks. And I lost a day.

Tomorrow night I have my Spanish Film class. I have no time to watch the assigned movie, which I spent about an hour procuring since everyone else in the class also lives in Greater Boston and thus have caused a local Film Shortage. The class meets from 8-10 p.m., and I will go there directly from work, such that there is no way I can dig out the car until the weekend. I also have no food in the house, because I deliberately ate it all before I left. Without the car, I cannot go grocery shopping, not that I have time to do that either.

I also have no clothes because everything is either filthy from wearing it on the trip, or filthy from splatters of snow and slush.

I am so utterly inconvenienced. I want my Monday back. And all this cumulative stress has activated the stress-o-meter on the right side of my lower back: this knot of tension that always emerges along with stress.

Aren't you fascinated by my bitching?

Posted by Dori at 10:45 PM