It was just one of those days. You know, the ones where you wake up and everything just sucks energy out of you. You try to eat breakfast but the kids just shout at each other and give you a headache. The wife goes on and on and on about something you wouldn’t care about anyway if you had even bothered to listen.
This day was one of those. It started at work, with the boss coming in at about 9:15 and asking if I had finished this and that report. A report I hadn’t even been assigned to. But she didn’t listen, just went on.
“If I ask you to do something I expect you to do it, and not give me some lame excuses.”
“But you never assigned me to it.”
“Totally uninteresting. Then you just do it now instead arguing. After all, I am your boss, and what I say goes.”
So in order to try to smooth things out, I offered her a piece of homebaked cake to the morning coffee at 9:40.
“Ouch, what’s in it? It tastes awful!”
And then she had to overdo it by pretending to get sick and faked vomiting in the bathroom. Very grown up indeed, very good leadership… not. None of the others that ate from it got sick, so there was nothing wrong with the cake.
And the day just went on and got even worse. After lunch the boss went home due to some acutely developed illness. All I got was a message in my job mail and a link to a HUGE folder of stuff I was supposed to do before I went hope and email her the results. OK, so it was the report. And OK, she actually DID assign it to me yesterday according to the date on the mail. But COME ON! It is easy to forget things when you are stressed, right?
And it didn’t get any better when I came home that day. Kids needed to be transported to whatever pointless afternoon activities they had nagged me about to pay for them. Daughters to football, son to ballet studies. Costs, costs, costs.
So after driving them to their respective locations of activities, it was time to relax together with wifey. I made dinner and had purchased a bottle of red wine for us. OK, I couldn’t drink since I had to pick up the kids, but I served her a glass to the food I had made. Jambalaya. I had found a recipe online that I tried.
“Oh it is to spicy. You know I can’t eat spicy…