There are days when everything goes well . And there are days where nothing goes. Like today.
I realized that I spent my days either speeder, or expect: the two things I hate most in the world, stress and impatience are my weaknesses.
short, today I spent a day m ****.
It started off well say so! I managed to get up at 7 o'clock, and have the shower at 7:20, after my breakfast already, with the pressure I said, it's funny because it is systematic, but whenever I showed up in the shower, there's a jerk who decides battery at the same time to open the taps like Niagara Falls for brushing teeth.
So I take my shower, get dressed ... but that's where things get complicated.
I decided to don a skirt, but now I stay stuck in the zipper. I entangle myself and it was only after 5 long minutes of annoyance that I manage to finally get rid of this uncomfortable piece of fabric.
of spite, I put my eternal black pants over my work-up Black Sun (not the time to switch to socks), and I put on my heels at Topshop varnish. No time nor wash my teeth, I'm already in the stuffing.
I catch the chocolate cake overcooked for the charity event of the office, I laid in a basket at random near the fridge, I forget my kit makeup which closes as it overflows, even if I do daily that 3 out of 20 products , I rummage in the bottom of my bag too and cumbersome to find my keys and his thousand useless contraptions dangling everywhere and are useless, I slammed the door, and walks with a slim in the cool morning (responsible for 3 bags brought to the end to pull my arm on the shoulders).
More than a few meters to arrive at the station ... when I realize I forgot my laptop. Home, while above the second floor in my room, in the pocket of my bathrobe white honeycomb.
Pppffffff not ... choice, I turned round.
And anyway I could not walk with these shoes. Me and my sawing down the legs, and I'm too hot, and I should have put my other belt.
short, I retype all the way around.
I go back in fourth gear the 2 floors that lead to my room.
to find in the pocket of my bathrobe nothing.
Aarrrggghhhh!
I empty my bag of green jade cups of tea at Harrods on the carpet.
My laptop was inside. I do not know what he was doing there, usually it is in my coat pocket.
Well, I missed my train: there's no loss of life as they say eh, I'll take one of 08: 25. I take this opportunity to turn my heels, my bottom turn, put a pair of mismatched socks and put my eternal Marlboro.
I'm leaving on the way, still no makeup and with a breath of a jackal because I still do not have time to brush my teeth.
The train arrives on time, oh miracle! I get on the 1 st car (packed). Maklheureusement, I have 3 bags. I threw up there in the luggage rack above the heads of people, who themselves sit (assholes).
I breath of discomfort during the 15 minute journey that separate me from Liverpool Street, with one arm in front of my nose, a suitcase in my back, one foot on my boots, and seventeen hands gripping at the same bar.
I arrive at Liverpool Street, I ride the escalator, I await the bus. 10 minutes. It does not happen. It is already 09: 00. I am officially late. I send a text message to my operations manager, who I m'apercevrai got to the office at 09:21, is absent today due to illness.
OF wearily, I get my shopping bag carelessly left on the sidewalk, I back down the escalator, and I'll take the subway.
Who does not start. "Due to a signal failure".
The lady earring skull next to me, blows too.
I feel less alone in my misery.
I finally arrive at their destination. But instead of climbing directly to 6 th floor elevator, I go down to LG.
I need a coffee and a cigarette to calm me nerves, otherwise I would send shit providers.
Then I go to the bathroom for an express make-up: a touch of makeup, a brush of blush pink cheeks and a stroke of mascara.
I reach my floor with a good 20 minutes late, I apologize to my head, I speed into the job, I guzzler charity cake at noon, suddenly I ' m not hungry at 13 pm I'm going to rally 14 hours, I take a half hour lunch break at the stroke of 14: 30, I go down 7 floors only to find that I still remember my settings, I leave to later 18 hours, I take my bus in the rain, I arrived at Liverpool Street, I take my time, I stroll to the shops to relax, I get to my dock to see ... quietly hand me my train under the nose .
Boots I'm going home, I asked the saleswoman to make me feel all discounted perfumes, they all stink, I'm drunk and I leave without buying anything.
THANK GOD TOMORROW ITS FRIDAY !!!
