My No Good, Very Bad Day

I just want to cry. I had one thing I actually wanted to do for myself today, and I could not make it work. Now I feel like an idiot and a ditz because I cannot follow driving directions or a road map. I know I am blond, and that gives me a bit of a disability, but I just wanted good directions to my agility class. Apparently that was not to be. I ended up lost on the other side of town from where the class is held. With no phone number so I could not call the instructor, and I also realized I left home without my driver’s liscence. I was not doing really well.

This came on top of a stressful day at work dealing with an overly dramatic coworker with an orientee in a room full of residents. Everything for this co-worker is a big deal. And yes, we are doing surgery, so it should sort of be a big deal. But everything does not have to be a drama. I love days where things go well and the surgeon is relaxed. I will do everything I can to make sure that the surgeon is as relaxed as possible. Dealing with all of those people made me exhasuted and a little stressed out by the end of the day.
I was looking forward to coming home and then going to my agility class with my dog. Apparently that was not to be. The fates conspired against me and got me lost on the opposite end of town from the class. Now I feel like an idiot and a loser because I cannot find my way to my class.

I emailed the instructor when I got home. Hopefully she will call me or email me and we can work something out. I may have to take a pass on this session, and do the next one. The agility classes are only six weeks long, and they cancelled last week. Then I missed this week. Who knows. I guess we will see what happens.

Oh yeah, forgot to mention, Hubby had a crappy day, too. It is a little after 7 PM as I am writing this, and he is now on the road to home. He is pissed at the jail because one of his innocent clients now has to spend an extra night in jail because they could not deal with his paper work. Hubby went above and beyond the call of duty on this. He stayed at the jail for this whiny-ass client to try to get him out, and was unsuccessful because of dumb jail paperwork. (I think that is what he explained to me. I am not in the legal field. I do nursing/medical stuff. )

I am off to have a glass of wine, and maybe a nice soak in the tub with a bodice ripper romance novel. I do not want to have to do a lot of thinking right now. I may have to have some chocolate later...