I woke up this morning and looked at my nails. They badly needed trimming, but I didn’t feel like doing it. I wanted today to be a relaxing, stress-free day.
The tenant called me just before I was to walk the dog. The air conditioning handler above her Manolo shoe collection burst and water ruined everything.
I woke up ninety minutes earlier with a stuffed-up nose that made me feel like a giraffe had wandered up there overnight.
I went to work and found out our customers had filed twelve defects against the product overnight, nine of them critical, and each customer demanding immediate action.
My landlord wants to raise my rent two hundred fifty dollars per month. Increased property values, you see. My tenant wants me to lower the rent by one hundred fifty per month. Decreased property values, you see.
Half my face is covered in a rash owing to a dermatological treatment for pre-cancer lesions. It’s a one month treatment plan. So far, only eight days have passed.
On the way home from the office, I hit a traffic jam that lasted four miles. And then a Chevy Suburban with a cellphone-talking teenager behind the wheel slammed into my rear bumper. I’d just made the last payment on the car last month.
Today in the mail, I got my annual tax bill from Florida. Taxes rose $1,500 because I lost my homestead exemption.
Just before friends came over for a long-scheduled dinner, my tenant called with bad news that the air handlers had rusted out and would have to be replaced. Dinner went well, but the tenant called me twice again to give me a minute-by-minute account of it all.
My boyfriend’s ex is coming to visit and staying with him in his one-bedroom condo for about a week or so.
Donald Trump is still at the top of the Republican polls, I just read online. And Paul Ryan is issuing ultimatums at President Obama.
And did I mention that I lost my favorite water bottle at work today?
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