Do you ever feel bloated... You, know irregular...

Have you ever had one of those weird weeks, where you just feel... off?  This has been one for me!  This "week" started last Tuesday when one of my associates quit.  No huge loss really, but it came as a small shock to me.  To follow that up the ladies toilet backed up and was flushing with dirty (smelly) water.  I found out what the problem was (which I'll mention in a minute) and called a plumber.  The poor bastard that came out was required to tell me what the problem was before he could fix it so... I'll paraphrase... 'it seems that some one has put, how can I put this, fecal matter  in the upper tank of the toilet.  I'm just gonna have to get something to break it up and that should fix your problem.  If it doesn't you're gonna have to get a new toilet.'  I tried my best to look shocked and amazed when he described it too me, but I had actually found the pile before I called him... poor bastard.  So he comes back in with a metal stick (the official tool I'm sure) and pokes it until it flushes into the bowl.  EW!  I had to hold back so many giggles I could hardly stand it.  We had been upper-decked!

Moving on... I was trying to reach Luke on the way home Sunday night and didn't notice the car in front of me put on their breaks (at a green light mind you) and... SMASH! I hit the silver sedan ahead of me... in the new car!  I was going less than five miles per hour but still it was devastating.  I've never been in a fender-bender before much less in a new car.  I was furious.  The first thing out of the other driver's mouth was 'I've, like, never been in a wreck that wasn't, like, totally my fault... hang on, let me call my dad...'  So she calls, tells dad its just a scratch (which it was!) and he says 'call the cops'.  So I wait for twenty minutes with the 19 year old when low and behold the motorcycle cops show up.  A little 'what happened' and 'license and insurance card please' and I drive home.  I was so pissed, sad, weepy, the whole deal.  Really and truly the car is fine.  I broke the front plate holder (it was empty anyway) and what damage was done will be covered when we get a replacement.  Still... it sucked!

THEN... We really busted ass last week and still didn't make our sales goals.  It was a HUGE disappointment.

This week I have to open and close every day to get my hours because I'm schedule for a long weekend (Friday-Monday).  To kick that off my alarm didn't go off this morning and I was late!  I couldn't shower, put on make-up anything... sigh.  I haven't been late in a long time and it just wasn't a good way to start off the day.  To finish the day I did something even more dumb than not waking up on time... I killed the studio mini-fridge.  Trying to be ever vigilant with studio cleanliness I decided to clean out the freezer.  The freezer has never been cleaned or defrosted and there was only about a half inch clearance between the ice and the top of the freezer.  So what do I do?  I go at it with a screwdriver like an IDIOT.  And the story ends with me puncturing the freon line and having freon spray out onto my hands and face!  GUH!  So I had to call our fabulous supply guy, Henry, and explain to him how I killed the fridge and beg for a new one... at least he got a good laugh.

So there you have it... one of the weirdest weeks ever.

Please tell me its not just me...