Unglamorous me

Whoever reads my blog must be very patient with me. I don't post for ages and then when I do it sounds as if I am living this glamorous life traveling to exotic places and running around quaint French villages. All those parts are good but today was not.

It actually started with not being able to sleep last night - jet lag caught up with me. The sleeplessness was proceeded by an argument with my French man about where to put what furniture and what it all really MEANS in the big picture when we finally get to the moving in together stage (coming soon).

So I was in a fragile state when I arrived at my very French organization for a day of work.

Oh yeah...I forgot to mention the drunk guy on the morning train who insisted on sitting next to me when we were surrounded by empty seats, promptly leering in my face breathing out unintelligible French while pressing his leg against mine. Enough was enough when he lifted the armrest between us eliminating my last line of defense. I was out of there.

Settled in my new seat next to a sleeping and harmless looking girl I waited and waited and waited. This "express" train finally left just late enough to ensure that I would miss my next connection WHICH insured that I would miss my morning meeting WHICH would incur the wrath of our department assistant who is the de facto boss because everyone is afraid to make her mad.

When this assistant came to me later in the morning to tell me that I had yet again failed to fill out the required French gibberish form for some report I did not even know existed I ended up crying like a baby.

How professional of me! Yes, I was truly humiliated. Unfortunately for me, it did not end there. Before I could get a handle on myself, the Director of the department upstairs sailed into my office and came face to face with blubbering me.

He regretted it - but not more so than I.

I could have died. He hastily apologized and tried to back out the door - who knows what he thought my problem was.

And that was not all....I went for the perfect score when another colleague later came into my office and I (stupid me) thought she was coming to thank me for the great initiative I had shown by sending out a certain email promoting her event but...

nooooooooo

I had screwed up once again.

I had in fact stepped on her toes with this email and blah blah blah..you get the picture.

I basically could do nothing right while trying really hard to do everything right.

I should have stayed in bed. And yes, I cried in front of her too.

So much for my glamorous life.

Comments

[Anita]

Hi Mary,
thanks for making me laugh. Sounds like a hell of a bad day, but I guess you figured out that the sun sets and rises again the next day:) I love going to bed on days like that! You just can't wait for them to end. I love you my friend.
Anita