The Awful Day

Today was not a good day in the city. Want to know why? I don't care, I'm going to tell you.

When I woke up, I thought my roommate's cat was dead (and I was the only one home). She wasn't dead, just barfy and very tired. So I cleaned up her kitty vom.

I had to drag my giant, heavy suitcase to work, and they still haven't cleaned the sidewalks. We went through giant puddles and mountainous heaps as well as up lots and lots of stairs. No one helped; I guess I was easily mistakable for the awful holiday tourists, and people were rude to me.

When I went to turn on the stereo at work, I noticed this white stuff all over it, as well as on the Wii. It was the ceiling. The ceiling was falling down on the expensive electronic equipment including our printer, I was the only one in the office, and we have a big client meeting in our office the day everyone gets back from vacation. Why???

I got the landlord to come up and look at the ceilingocalypse. I asked him if it could be fixed before our very important client meeting on Tuesday. "Absolutely not. Every one is on vacation. Haven't you noticed? I think the two of us are the only people in this whole building." This was a gross exaggeration, and I really like and appreciate the landlord man, but at this point in my day? Eff you, dude. Eff everyone. I'm going to Ohio tonight.

I was concerned that I wouldn't get to the airport on time, so I arranged for a car service. Fifteen minutes before they were supposed to pick me up, they called and said, "Sorry, we're not gonna be able to get a car there in time. The traffic is really bad." Well, driver friends, if the traffic is really bad, this is when I NEED you to be here on time, so I don't miss my flight. Serious panic attack time.

INTERRUPTION: you have got to be effing kidding me. The flight attendant just said, "Now, ladies and gents, we have a little fun for you on the flight." (To which I said loudly, "Please no.") "We are happy to announce our 100th passenger on the flight. Can Miss Geller come up here please?" The girl half of the BeachJew couple sitting next to me (I got window seat of the three seat side, of course; my two bench compadres are a very stereotypical Beachwood Jew couple of the kippah-wearing variety. Obviously. Why me?) goes up to the front. Her bf next to me grabs something out of the overhead and follows her. "Actually," the flight attendant says and hands the speaker to the bf, who then PROPOSES to his gf OVER THE SPEAKER. She, of course, tearfully says yes. And the attendant is "so honored they picked Airtran." People won't stop applauding and talking to them and taking pictures. I'm currently ducking so as not to be in their "in our plane seats, newly engaged" pictures. This is so fitting for my weird damn day.