Bad, bad Monday

They always say Monday is the worst day of the week. This week that statement holds true to me. 

Matt, my best friend from high school, had bad news when he got up this morning. His dad suffered a massive heart attack and died on the way to work this morning. 

News traveled fast. Our mutual friend, Telia, called me to let me know and I called Jeff, another good friend, right after. Apparently, Matt isn't doing too well. But of course, would you expect him to be doing good? I would be a basket case if I found out my dad died. I feel awful that I can't be there for Matt, but he knows that I am here. 

Second bad Monday affect: my mom's favorite boss ever died this weekend. She was really good friends with his daughter, and I used to be close to his granddaughter. 

Third bad Monday thing: I found out a friend from college, Kayla's mom, Lana, suffered a stroke a couple weeks ago. She's still being fed through an IV and is still not walking. The doctors don't know what caused the stroke and are still doing tests to find out the cause. Kayla has put college on hold to stay home and take care of her. 

Fourth thing: Honey-do came home from work worried about his job. His company is performing its first round of layoffs this week. :( Not the engineers yet, but the marketing, PR, HR, and call center positions. He said that if they don't pick up new products soon, the engineers could be next. :( That is scary for us. 

Hopefully, things will get better. All this and it's only 1 p.m. Surely, nothing else bad can happen today. 

A session to complain, please forgive me

So I am in the need to gripe a little. More like cry. This has been the WORST Wednesday EVER. Let's start with me sleeping too late. I ran around like a chicken with no head this morning trying to get out the door in a fashionably late time. NOPE.

Then, get in the car and the tank is on EMPTY. I have to stop for gas now, putting me another 10 minutes behind. 

THEN, I get on the Interstate driving to work and there was a HUGE accident the night before, and they have shut down COMPLETELY about 2 miles of the Interstate. We were redirected off the Interstate and had to take some back alley detour around to get back on the Interstate on the other side of the crash. Now, I am 45 minutes late. 

Then, I walk in and my boss's assistant gives me a look and says, "Well, Good Morning." But she said it with an attitude, like "Nice of you to join us today." Which, sucks, because my boss is on a business trip to Canada this week, and I am sure that her assistant will be telling her that I was 45 minutes late to work. EErrrrgghh. 

Now, for the real killer of the morning. I have told you all before, that I am an editor/writer for a well-known cattle magazine. Well, last month there was an intern from another department that wrote a press release. I wrote an introductory paragraph, then added the rest of her press release to a feature story we printed in the magazine. I did NOT attribute anyone, because I didn't know who to give the byline to. Well, someone else in my department saw that I started the file, saw that I wrote some of it, so they put my name in the byline. I NEVER saw the story again until the magazine was printed. The intern from the other department complained to my boss, now I am the one in trouble for this MISTAKE. I have to give HER an apology and state that it was MY fault and I should have been the one to proof the layout. ERRRGGHHH... 

I guess that wreck that caused havoc this morning should have been my signal to stay at home in bed today. 

But I will quit my complaining and get back to work now. Stories I can actually call my own won't get written unless I write them. :(