The Best Part

Michelle and I used to joke about the curse of Terrible Tuesdays. It started when we were both at our old jobs (my old, old job) and things just seemed to always hit the fan on Tuesdays. Most people dread Mondays, but for some reason Tuesdays have the tendency to do me dirty.

My Tuesday dread started around 3 in the morning. I woke up to the sound of Nico, my cat, playing soccer outside of my bedroom door. It was his birthday on Monday, and my mother (who needs more actual grandchildren) (but who shouldn't be looking at me for them) gave him a plastic ball with what I can only assume are smaller plastic balls inside. He thought it would be *super fun* to ricochet that ball off my bedroom door. Repeatedly. I tried to ignore it, but I got eventually out of bed to take it away from him.

But that's not the best part...

About 5 minutes later, I heard the same noise and subsequent smash against my bedroom door. The fuck, Nico. My mother only gave him one ball (uhhh, the jokes) for his birthday, so I have no idea where he got the second one from. Nonetheless, I got out of bed, retrieved the second ball, and tried to fall back asleep.

But that's not the best part...

I had my alarm set for the wrong time, so I woke up late.

But that's not the best part...

Lately it's been about 75 degrees, with roughly 97% humidity. Yesterday morning was no exception, and by the time I showered and did my hair, I needed another shower.

But that's not the best part...

I remembered that starting yesterday my office switched from "summer business casual" to "business attire." Since I've only been there for 3 weeks, all of which have been during the summer, I had no idea what that even meant. So getting dressed was even harder than it is on a normal day. And trust me, it is hard enough (ha ha) to begin with.

But that's not the best part...

I forgot my lunch at home.

But that's not the best part...

I had to purchase a new spin package (so many male genitalia jokes in this post!) and when I tried to do it on the website, it wouldn't work. So, I sent a message to the owner, and she said she would fix it, but she never did.

But that's not the best part...

I went to spin anyway, only to find out that one of my favorite male instructors subbed for the previous class - a class I would've gone to, had I known he was subbing.

But that's not the best part...

The class I signed up for also had a sub, and she was ehhh...not great.

BUT THAT'S NOT THE BEST PART...

I came home to heat up what was supposed to be my lunch, to have for dinner, and I dropped the plate while taking it out of the microwave because it was so god damn hot.

But. That's. Not. The. Best. Part.

I HAD NO SHOWS TO WATCH.

But that's not the best part!

Finally, I gave up on the idea of Tuesday, and crawled into bed with my Harry Potter book, lit a fall scented candle, reminded myself 1,000 times that it really is September (despite the heat), and that I don't have to endure another Tuesday for another 7 days.

...and that's the best part.