It's been One. Of. Those. Days. so far.

One of those irritating, annoying, niggly days that don't quite go to hell but do teeter on the brink hour after hour.

I bought a new rolling bag to tote my stuff to and from the office with (and because I decided my old one wasn't "professional" enough to take on the road last week and because I just like to buy new things, okay?)

Anyhow, the new one is very professional. but when I left for work this morning, I was dragging it and carrying my purse and lunch sack because they wouldn't fit inside, plus a cup of coffee and somehow by the time I got to the car, it seemed like a lot of crap to be hauling around with me.

The old bag might have looked liked something a high school kid would have, but by gosh it would hold the computer, power cords, purse, and lunch sack with room to spare. Maybe I'll save the nice one "for good".

I bought a new purse this weekend and while it's gorgeous and wonderful, for some reason it wouldn't stay on my shoulder today so every two steps it was sliding down to my wrist and dragging on the ground behind me which is no way to treat a brand-new leather purse.

And when I got to the office, I didn't have the key to the parking garage so I parked in the lot and dragged all of the stuff to the elevator, intending to take it upstairs and get my keys out of the desk except that halfway up in the elevator I realized all of those keys were on the same key ring and I wasn't going to be able to get into the office, so I had to drag it all back out to the car. I tore apart the bag and finally located the keys in one place I could have sworn I'd never put them.

The only trivial disaster that didn't befall me on the way to work today was spilling coffee on my white sweater. I did not do that. I brought cream of potato soup (Home-made, McSwain! Soup!) and applesauce for lunch, so the sweater may make it through the day unscathed.

I'm having an icky hair day, but I have an appointment to get it cut and colored tomorrow.

IDoJeannie has pretty much worn out her welcome in my life. She called in sick three days last week because one of her kids had the croup.

Now, before anyone jumps my case, I do think sick kids belong at home. With their parents, even. (Or, rather, their mother, because the number of fathers who would stay home with a sick child constitutes a vanishingly small percentage of fathers.) However, as I've complained before, IDoJeannie is always missing time for some reason. She's one of those types who'd probably collapse in exhaustion if asked to work a 40-hour week. She shows up late and leaves early on those days where she deigns to show up at all. She misses at least one day a week for sickness, car problems, death in the family, or some other reason.

And, as I've also said before (if not here, then elsewhere), it's not that she's gone on the average of two days a week that I mind, it's the fact that she seems to sneak in an out on the days when she does show up, making it impossible to know if she's here or not.

Basically, last week I just quit answering the phones when she wasn't here. The calls were never for my company anyhow (we have a separate phone line from the other two companies that share this suite) and just because I'm female does not make me the automatic back-up receptionist for everyone in sight.

Anyhow, the reason I'm whining about it today is that she disappeared for an hour or two this morning, just about the time a couple of guys showed up to deliver a new refrigerator for the office. (The last one started leaking freon or whatever they use inside of those things any more.) Naturally when she unplugged the old one last week, she didn't ever bother to go back in and clean up the water, so it was full of water and puddles of coolant or freon residue today when the guys showed up.

I've washed my hands four times and I still can't get the smell off.

In the good news, Darrell actually spoke to me on Friday! He said, "I'm sorry I bothered you" when he asked me where someone was and I said they weren't in. The Other Brother Darrell walked over to get coffee with Alvin and me this morning. I don't know why I thought that was worth mentioning, except that he didn't speak to me the entire time which could easily be explained by the fact that Alvin and I talked incessantly about last weeks' various meetings.

And I did finally manage to get my hotel reservation for Escapade made, thanks to M nudging me.

It's 1:21 and I'm going to go eat lunch.

This is why I haven't been blogging much. (Besides having been out of town with no net access for three days, I mean.) Nothing to say.