This morning, groggy and bleary eyed after my weekend of travel and camping and kayaking, I rolled out of bed, cursed that I had to go into the office, cursed that it was going to be 100 degrees (what do you wear to work in triple digit temps?!) and fed the cats, already kinda in a cranky mood.
Then Arlo puked up his breakfast.
Ok, not the most auspicious start to the day, but I didn't take it as a sign.
Until he also peed on my foot.
After the puking incident, Arlo ran down into the basement. Well, I know what that little bastard does when he is anxious. He pees on stuff and makes me anxious. So I follow him downstairs and shove him into a litter box, freshly cleaned. He acquiesces and pees. But he is aimed the wrong way, and pees out of the box and directly onto my foot.
Warm cat pee on my flip-flop clad foot. At 7:30 am. Totally awesome.
Well, thank god I had decided that its ok to wear flip flops to work if its 100 degrees out because they wash off exceptionally well.
Eventually I make it out of the house. I open my front door and the heat hits me - after the door burns me (dark purple front door is great in the winter, but gets a little hot in the summer). Turns out, dark purple is also the color of the bruise on my shoulder from kayaking that I didn't know I had until I got to work wearing my sleeveless dress. So now I'm wearing cat pee flip flops and look like I've been in a bar brawl (also, another bruise appeared on my knee later on, also visible). I definitely did not look like a seasoned professional today.
And of course, it didn't matter because work is all kinds of screwed up. We are in the middle of a top down reorg and details are starting to come out. We got our hands on an org chart and spent most of the day examining it, cursing and wondering how they could possibly get away with such shenanigans. Who sends that shit out the day before a holiday weekend? What a way to come back to work.
Prof had a bad day too, for various reasons, none of which had anything to do with me thank you very much (at least, I think). So, I was cranky, he was cranky, there were cranky gchats and text messages and phone calls. Cranky, cranky, cranky.
He was supposed to come over to my house tonite so we could actually see each other in person for a change (not his fault. I keep abandoning him to go kayaking). And he bails on me because he is cranky and its hot. And I get more cranky, and it just keeps getting hotter.