The Joke was on Me

I was totally April Fool'd yesterday, all day.

The morning started off well enough.

Traffic to work wasn't so bad, and when I was just about to get on the 134 and was on the far lane to transition, when I happen to look over to the SUV to my left and suddenly see a GOLF BALL come flying directly at me. I instantly think, "Oh, shit" and "Please don't hit the windshield" and I even leaned to the right as if trying to avoid it, and hit the left side of my car. The thing must have been bouncing off other cars to actually make it from the golf course, across seven lanes and to my car.

Later on, I had to run a few errands and drive down the hill. I have a desk in the back of my car right now (more on that in a later post), and had the drawers out in order to easier load the thing into my car. First I noticed the nice, deep scratch in the paint from loading the desk in the other day, and did not notice it because that wasn't the side I was on. But the reason I was going into the back of my car was to actually adjust the drawers in the back because any move I made, like when I drove, would make the metal drawers shift around and would make a loud, annoying noise. I eventually decided to stick the drawers back into the desk, and spent some time trying to achieve that. Just as I was done, I heard a car driving towards me, and a little bit of joyful chatter. It was a van for DWP with a bunch of guys, and the guy at the passenger seat had a huge smile on his face. It may not have helped that I was wearing a pencil skirt that day, either, and when they made a three-point to get out of the driveway and come back past me, he waved at me the whole time they passed slowly. Asshole.

And then there was that dumb Jeep that almost got me into a few accidents. He was driving REAL close behind me, and as much as I wanted to stop slowly, he never seemed to slow, and actually heard his tires screech before he barely stopped at my bumper. He kept driving close and swerved in the lane as if to see if he had room to maneuver around me, and when he finally saw his chance, he switched lanes and completely cut me off right before a red light. Within 100 yards after he did that, he finally made his destination, and suddenly pulled over to a parking spot off the street. I thought I no longer had to deal with him when his car suddenly lurched out of the space just as I was driving by him. Nice. Not that I need more scratches on my car.

Then there was my mistake of wanting to pet the house cat even though she'd chew a finger off, Totally misprinting things and embarassing myself, sending the wrong email to the wrong person, etc. etc.

I think there is more, but I've already removed them from my memory.

Oh, and I'm feeling blah. I'm going into work and the power will be down for three hours, so we'll be working it Amish style for that time.