What a drab, dreary day...

It's days like this where I think of where I would rather be, and what I'd rather be doing if I wasn't here at work.

If I wasn't here, I'd be at home, finishing up the dining room and living room for company this weekend.
After that, I'd sit in the living room, nestled in the papasan chair with only one light on, a book in hand or a movie on the DVD... munchies, drink...

But I'm here... Oh well...

One hell of a morning...

So Monday morning...

Marcus and I are running about 10 minutes behind schedule due to various factors.
We get our respective kits and selves into my car and... don't go anywhere.

You see, my car had a funny thing going on when it came to gas. The needle, for the most part, has a tendency to lie.
I suspect that it was due to the filler neck being as corroded as it was, and that the air pressure inside the tank wasn't constant, hence the inaccuracy of the gauge. I then started to go by mileage since last fill. I would trip the odometer each time I did a complete fill-up. I figured that a 13 gallon tank at roughly 25-26mpg... fill when it was around 300 miles.
Now the needle was hovering at or damned close to E, and the odometer read 290. I figured that I'd be able to get Marcus to daycare, and then I could fill up.
I turned the key... engine kicked over, then died out, as if it was saying (in an Izzardian manner), "Nunununununununununoooooooo... Nunununununununununununoooooooooo..."
So the one day when things didn't start out so peachy starting to go further downhill.
I called AAA, telling them that for once, I should have trusted the needle, it didn't lie (to paraphrase Queensryche).
No sooner did I hang up with AAA did my mobile up and quit on me. It too had run out of juice... and my charger was in Colleen's car as her charger quit working.
So we waited in the car. I had been told that someone would be there in about 20 minutes.
Half an hour later, we trudged up the stairs back to the flat so I could call for an update and use the loo. I was then told that he was en route, and would be there in 15-20. I told them I was advised that half an hour ago. She didn't really care, which was typical.
Ten minutes later, the truck pulled in, gave me a couple of gallons for a fiver, and advised that I go just up the road to the station to fill up. Usually not a problem, but I was pressed for time, and they are a bit slow with service for a full-service station. I figured (correctly) that with what he gave me, I could get Marcus to daycare and then I could fill up in that area.

So I was an hour late for work. I binned my lunch break and just worked through it, with basically no breakfast, a few noshes here and there, and double-helpings of Cup-a-Soup in the afternoon. My headache that had started that morning was kept in check by Tylenol and random wanderings away from the desk.
I was damned hungry last night...


At least this morning went much much much better.