Poo coloured day

I had one of those days on Monday. You know the ones. The only good thing about days like it is that it eventually ends. I suppose there is another, days like these make you appreciate normal days. In fact, following days may be quite ordinary, but by comparison, they become 'good days'.

So my Monday. The woman with the disagreeable jaw (on closer inspection, I think it may just be a disagreeable mouth) was in full flight. I fired up my computer to see a stack of emails from her "Do this! Have you done this? Can you action that?" and my favourite... "Please facilitate this." If by facilitate, you mean print, then sure....I can facilitate that (and that is exactly what was meant)! The day was filled will stressful demands and I ended up staying back at work later than someone who gets paid my salary should.

I had 2 little rays of sunshine between 9 and 5 though. My proper boss came in for a visit and to tell me she'd be back next week (her mouth and jaw is seldom disagreeable) and the other was the beautiful polka dot umbrella I bought with my Christmas Myer voucher.

It improved once I stepped out the doors. I got a decent seat on the train, despite only just making it on time. Andy's team had a near win at basketball, which is always a joyous occasion. I had a spontaneous call from a good friend, with whom I'd had an email conversation with early in my day, didn't say a word about my bad day, yet she still picked up my tension, good friend! Very good! When we got home, knocked the top off a couple of beers and played Grand Theft Auto, which is a perfect outlet after a poo coloured day!

My week is progressively getting better and I have booked a flexi on Friday, which I am going to use to relax and pamper myself!

Poo coloured days only last 24 hours (generally), tomorrow is a gift!