And that's all I have to say about that.

An exploding bed is a sure sign of a difficult day to come.
But really, my bad day started yesterday when my bank had yet again screwed up, and my account was still on hold for fraud that never happened. If that isn't going to start a tizzy, I don't know what will.
I thought I got over it after dinner when a waitress was so talented and great that I left her a 100% tip and a comment card declaring her the best waitress ever. Because if great customer service in the form of several large Diet Cokes isn't enough to get out out of a tizzy, what will?
Then I went to bed. And then I woke up to the Great Bed Explosion of 2008. And really, an exploding bed, followed by a night on a camping cot, is never a good sign.
I finally got back to sleep around 5:30 a.m. To say I wasn't raring to go when my alarm went off would be the understatement of the century. The first thing I heard was a radio commercial for one of my clients. I was absolutely convinced that this was nothing more than a bad dream where I was vividly dreaming about clients and work. I turned over in my camping cot and went back to sleep. I woke up half an hour later to hear an interview with another client. Again, it took little imagination to believe I was still in a nightmare where I can't escape work. I went back to sleep. And then I heard the traffic and weather report that told me I had overslept by nearly an hour.
At this point I required a Diet Coke. A VERY BIG DIET COKE. On my way to work I stopped to get the sweet nectar of the gods at my local Maverick. I got all the way to my desk before discovering that the coke fountain thinger was out of syrup and I had a very disgusting very big Diet Coke.
By the time I got to work I was in a full-blown asthma attack thanks to the pouring rain. My inhaler was safely left in my bathroom top drawer at home where I will never lose it.
From there on out, it was just a really frustrating day for a variety of boring work reasons. Oddly enough, not one of them being related to the radio commercials that didn't quite wake me up. There was also a rather auspicious moment during the day that required me to wash chairs in the shower. We (we being the fantabulous ladies I work with) all agreed that I have officially taken one for the team today.
And then some really lame people actually criticized me for a joke they didn't get. Like it is somehow my fault they have no sense of humor.
And that's all I have to say about that.