Last week was not one of my best, and it ended with my boss
saying the following words to me – YOU KNOW, YOUR LIFE COULD BE A BRITISH
SITCOM.
I wasn’t sure what to make of that, and I did send out a
Tweet about that very thing. One of my followers replied with “At least he
didn’t say your life was like an episode of Mr. Bean.” And there is that, I suppose.
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| I could soo live there! |
If my
life was like an episode of Mr. Bean, you’d find me in some sort of asylum (and
not the kind found in American Horror story because (1) that particular season takes place
in 1964, not 2013 and (2) it’s an American horror series, not a British
sitcom.)
But if my life is going to be like something, why can't it be like Downton Abbey? I would make an excellent dowager countess. Just ask anyone who knows me.
But if my life is going to be like something, why can't it be like Downton Abbey? I would make an excellent dowager countess. Just ask anyone who knows me.
But I digress…
My boss was, of course, referring to all of the insanity I dealt
with in a one week period.
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| I'd totally rather do this than have to endure some people's company. |
TUESDAY - brought the return of an old drama to my life. A
while back, my youngest brother was assaulted and spent a week in the hospital
recovering from his injuries. I won’t go
into all of those details because (1) it will set me off again and (2) his
injuries were so traumatic, just thinking about them turns my stomach. And so
on Tuesday, when I learned he’d dropped the charges against his assailant, it
sent me through the roof. When someone nearly kills you and leaves you for
dead, they need to put in jail. Period. They need to be off the streets to keep
the rest of society safe. After listening to my tirade - which, you know, lasted FOREVER - my brother saw the
error of his ways, and I’m happy to report that the charges have been reinstated. I didn't even know that was possible!
WEDNESDAY - I called work first thing that morning to tell them my freezer stopped working, but I promised I'd be in as soon as the repairman was done.
THURSDAY - Ah, Thursday was a good day. Thursday was my only
good day. Thursday was the eye of the storm, where everything is quiet and you think
it’s over. Thursday was a lie!
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| There's even a droplet of water that's about to fall right here! |
FRIDAY – the real fun began on Friday. I dropped my son off at high
school and returned home to throw in a load of laundry before work. I noticed
the laundry room floor was wet and I looked up to find the ceiling was leaking
water. One plumber and one fixed toilet tank later, and I now have a slew of
workmen in my house drying out the walls with big machines that make my house
sound like an aircraft carrier. The bathroom floor and laundry room ceiling are
both things of the past.
I don’t really understand how any of this would make for
good television viewing in Britain, but if someone in London wants to pay me
for my life story, I’ve got more.
This week hasn’t been any better. There’s (1) toilet
in my bathtub and none of the others are working (this has something to do with the pressure from the missing toilet. I don't really understand that, but whatever.) That's beside the point, which is...How am I supposed to live without any
working bathrooms? Luckily, I have plenty of friends who’ll let me use their
showers, etc. But come on!! At this rate I’ll end up in that asylum WITHOUT my
life being like an episode of Mr. Bean.
The one bright spot is I’ll end up with a remodeled bathroom
after this. If I can last that long.
Have you ever had one of THOSE weeks? Are you having one of
THOSE weeks right now now? If your life was a
sitcom, British or otherwise, what would it be called? And what should I call mine, in case, you know - someone in London wants to pay me for my life story?
*Originally posted at Lady Scribes January 17, 2013
*Originally posted at Lady Scribes January 17, 2013
