The day that could have been a thud, yet wasn't...

This morning started off with a few jarring moments of alarm because I thought I was late.  My eyes opened wide and focused in on my atomic alarm clock, which showed me I had an hour more of sleep.  I was annoyed even more as that feeling repeated itself every 15 minutes or so.  For years, I couldn't get anywhere on time.  Sometimes I couldn't even awaken on time and I sleep through important classes, the beginning of a shift, and plans I've made with others.  Now, I seem to be paying a penance for this, bolting awake well before I need to, but the perk of being anywhere I need to be well before I have to be there, is well worth it.

Anyways, the last time I bolted awake 10 minutes before my alarm(s) were to go off, I thought figured I'd give in. 
Lets just skip the part where I seem to insist on putting on clothes backwards and inside out...

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I trotted to the bus stop and snapped a picture of some of my favorite flowers.  Yes.  Flowers... Shut up.  They make me happy.  Reminds me of helping my parents garden, when they used to.  Reminded me of my favorite grocery store coworkers at the King Soopers in Belcaro Center in Denver Colorado... Of my crush with the unbelievably hot Julie, who I was too young for.  Why did that matter when I went out with someone older than her?  Hmm.  ANYWAYS...

I  got on the bus.  I got my coffee.  I got to work where I discovered that I did forget to put a cover on the TPS report upload my data.  I also took down Firefox by checking a URL that came from a file I was processing.  FF screamed in agony with a warning concerning scripts or something and then refused to budge.  I thought "perhaps it's a virus!"  It wasn't... My work computer is old, FF didn't know how to handle it, I had to kill the processes and use IE for a while.  It wasn't bad, but it slowed me down.  It killed the momentum I was building, broke the rhythm, and just made me think "so, this is how it begins at work?"  My coworker came in, snagged me to help her with her PC, I helped, boss told us to run spybot and 45 minutes later, we were able to resume where we left off.  There wasn't anything wrong with being behind.  It was expected, but it just wore on me that I wasn't where I should be. 

During our shift, before 9am, something caused the building we work in to quiver like a gigantic fucking jello mold.  I feel small vibrations from time to time, but this one irked me.  It also irked my coworker.  I might not have if we weren't on the top floor (of 8 floors) of our building.  My boss quipped "it was probably something a huge truck rolling by or perhaps something cool like a fault shifting beneath us."  I think my response was "ah, awesome".  Does one hide under their cubicle desks when buildings begin to collapse?  I forget.... I am nowhere near a doorway!

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An hour later, I found myself extremely hungry and without lunch.  I hadn't made it to the grocery in almost 2 weeks and I thought to myself:  I'm starving, I work at a nice yet monotonous job in a building I just *miiight* die in.  Let's get some awesome food for lunch!  My first choice, Lao Village didn't deliver.  My second choice, Komachi's was 8 floors and one identical building over.  I ordered the astounding early bird box which was really a bag with a few containers.  To the left is the largest with beef, chicken, and shrimp teriyaki, veggie tempura, rice, and a gyozu.  In box #2 came a tiny salad with freshly made ginger dressing.  In box #3 came the most wonderful sushi anyone could ever ask for... It was a california roll, but the difference between this one and ANY OTHER is ... The man knows his alvacados, wasabi, ginger, and rice.  OMG.  If I were to die after eating this, it might have been alright.  Luckily, the building didn't quiver anymore.

After a workday filled with jokes exchanged between processing, I went home.  My sister took me back and forth to car part stores to get stuff to begin my car's rejuvenation plan.  We first went for a socket set.  The mid range set I bought didn't have a long enough extension bit and we went back for that and a can of PB blaster.  Then we got the battery out and we took that in, got a new one and were treated by America's most worst behaved child and his idiot parents.  They let him look at toys, he wanted one, he threw the most unbelievable tantrum while they reacted to his tantrum and taunted him, egging on a louder, more extreme outburst.  I know about raising kids.  I know they have their moments, and I don't really blame the kid... But I swear, this was baaad.  After I overpaid for a battery, we vamoosed and II treated her and my niece to a dinner at the Chinese Buffet. The host there made a remark about me being there 'all the time'.  It wasn't bad...  The way he said it though, it was just a little embarrassing.

I got the new battery in.  Crossed my fingers.  Car started!  Now, my brother-in-law is working on trying to get it into his mechanic to have it looked over, repaired if need be, inspected, and hopefully I'll get it insured and registered.  Then I will be broke again.  Luckily there will be a few more paychecks and my friend has an idea for place I can submit an application.