This week has been... Exhausting. Crazy. Exhausting. Awesome. Exhausting. Awful. Scary. And did I mention that this week has been exhausting?
Traveling combined with too many deadlines at work has made this girl a basket case. And a zombie.
So much so that I'm doing dumb things, which isn't really out of the ordinary for me, but I don't usually do so many dumb things in such a short amount of time.
For your entertainment, here's what I've been up to this week:
- I got a shipment notification from Pottery Barn for something I cannot WAIT to show you guys when it comes in. I was so excited that I forwarded the following message to Micah: "Whoo hoo! So excited!"
Except that I didn't forward the message to Micah.
In fact, I replied back to the customer service email. In response, they thanked me for my email and assured me that were dedicated to responding to my concerns in a timely manner.
- I washed my body with bubble bath last night. Micah snatched my Almond Goat Milk Stuff soap from beside the tub, and I thought I was using body wash. I couldn't figure out why it was all so... bubbly.
- I spent the better part of the afternoon of my first deposition with my zipper down.
- I ran into a trash can at the airport and apologized to it.
- I ordered a muffin from the Starbucks barista and, as I took the bag from him and put it in my purse, I smiled sweetly at him. He asked me if I needed anything else, and I said, "just the muffin, please." Understandably, he looked at me like I'm crazy.
- I sent an email to opposing counsel last night. From my bathtub. With approximately six typos in it.
- I contemplated how I might use my purse/cell phone/keys/lip gloss as a weapon at the airport on Wednesday night as I was taking the SkyLink from Terminal C to Terminal D. As I was jabbing my key in the air (for practice, obvi), I realized that we had arrived at Terminal E (please don't ask me why Terminal E is between Terminals C and D - I am clearly not capable of complex thought right now) and that there was someone waiting on the platform, watching me.
- After I arrived in Terminal D, I went to take the escalator down to the ground level so that I could get to the parking garage. I saw that the escalator wasn't working so I grumpily picked up my carry-on and huffed and puffed it down the stairs. When I reached the bottom, I stopped to pull out the handle again so I could roll it to the garage. I look over and see a janitor stepping off the other escalator that was working perfectly, looking at me and probably wondering why I opted to take the stairs if I was so pissed off about doing it.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how it's done.