First up: I took Tals out for a brief walk this morning so she could go to the bathroom, etc. It was around 5am, and I was half asleep still. I was kinda sniffing the air, noticing how clean everything smelled as a result of the massive storm we got last night. Of course, as I have a tendency to do, I wasn’t paying attention and Tals was no better– it’s the one time of day where she is sleepy and drowsy and I don’t have to worry about her darting after a rabbit!
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| The storm last night |
Unfortunately for both of us, our combined sleepiness meant that neither of us noticed that the sprinklers were coming on at my apartment. I heard the noise before they went off, but couldn’t hightail it out of the greenbelt fast enough. Tals and I both got drenched!
Not the best way to wake up!
Second on the agenda: I got to the office early this morning because I usually get there at least 20-30 minutes before the staff. This gives me plenty of time to sort the schedules for the day, organize my mind, etc. Well, imagine my surprise when I tried to unlock the front door …. and it was stuck. The deadbolt unlocked fine, but the handle was just stuck! It was turning so it wasn’t locked, but the door WOULD NOT OPEN. I worked on it for a good 15 minutes before I finally said screw it, sat down, ate my yogurt, and waited for my dad to show up (family run business, remember?)
After dad showed up, the two of us worked at the door for a bit longer and realized that neither of us could get it open! We started to go into major meltdown mode because we were envisioning the worst: having to send our entire staff home for the day because we couldn’t get into the office! Finally, dad got the brilliant idea to ask our neighbors for a crowbar. If the door wouldn’t open, we would beat on it until it gave!
During this time, one of our supervisors showed up, and I explained why my father was carrying around a weapon. Just as dad was about to start beating down the door (literally), our supervisor calmly walks up with a credit card, slides it into the door jam, and easily opens the door….like it was no big deal!
I saw the look on my dad’s face as he had the crow bar in his hands, and I seriously could not stop laughing! Maybe it was from delirium at the fact my morning had gone to complete hell, but I really lost it. Like, I was laying on the ground in the parking lot, laughing hysterically!