Today is Wednesday.
Supposedly, it's my favorite day of the week. You know, that "Friday in the middle of the week" vibe—where Monday and Tuesday were stressful, and now you just want to slow down, relax, and take a breather.
But this Wednesday? Total bust.
I woke up early, but my brain decided to take a 30-minute processing break. I didn't move a muscle, just lay there like I was buffering.
When I finally made it to the kitchen, I discovered the greatest thing ever—nothing. The pots were empty. So, I thought, "Fine, I'll boil some noodles." Guess what? I ran out of gas. Talk about karma.
At this point, I was already running late, so I drank whatever was nearly done. Yes, you read that right—drank it.
Then I hopped on the bus to work. And guess what? The person next to me decided it was the perfect time to preach—for the entire 30-minute ride. At full volume. Like I didn't already have enough problems.
When I got to work, a lovely pile of chaos was waiting for me. I was disoriented, in a terrible mood, starving, and then my assistant decided to act like a complete jerk. Cue a yelling match. Yep, we shouted at each other at the top of our lungs until she got her act together and did her job.
Why do people sit around and choose incompetence? Like I don't already have enough bullshit to deal with.
And to top it off, I got punished for things the nightshift didn't do. Everyone and their dog was trying to ruin my day.
Finally, I've managed to steal a moment to breathe. But honestly?
I hate this shit.