Nothing beats having a bad Friday morning. You know that feeling when you build up the earlier part of your week that you will eventually come to a Friday? Well, I did just that this week. It's my 2nd week on a new job, make no mistake of thinking that I hate it. I love the new job. It gives me a lot of time to study the policies and learn from different good people. But today, was just different for me.
I woke up at 430 in the morning to figure out that there's a rainstorm pouring outside. Ugh, I would have to walk in the rain to get to an 830 AM meeting with the US. (Bad Thought #1) I went back to sleep and woke again at 7 -- checked the TV for the rainstorm warning and noted that it was Amber and not Black, and therefore I had to go to work. I had that bad sick feeling in my stomach that feels like I just need to puke something or someone out of my system if that's ever possible. (Bad Thought #2)
After preparing, I went down and brought a check and went to the doorman of my building. He went menopausal on me because I asked him for a favor that in case the water delivery guy came, if he could just hand him the check. He went ranting on me like he will never do me any more favors in the future. And then, at that moment, I knew who I wanted to puke out. (Bad thought #3)
So, I took the train because it was raining, rushed to work only to find out that my 830 call is transferred to two weeks after. It was rescheduled 13 minutes before the call.
Nothing beats starting a morning that way. A Friday to boot.
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