The Little Things...

People often say it's the little things that matter. I think they're referring to little things like hugs and kisses, sunshine and teddy bears. You know, the good things ( well, sorta...I personally cannot stand stuffed animals).

I like to think it's the little things that will turn a perfectly lovely Tuesday into a living hell. But that's just me...I'm a little more "glass half empty".

So, I get up this morning and rush off to an incredibly long-winded meeting at work, which lasts just short of 4 hours. This is followed by another "one-on-one" meeting with my boss in which we discuss, well nothing exciting, unless of course you like balance sheets and human resources. I leave there and head straight to the office with no lunch, only to spend the remainder of the day entertaining some recent college grad who is interning at the bank. Small talk sucks.

By 3:00, I want to eat my arm ( no lunch, remember), so I run out for a quick bite...egg salad sandwich. Of course, there is absolutely no time to eat at a table or while stopped, must eat on the go and make the most of my 10 minute respite from the office. So, I pull back into my parking place, chomping down on the last bite of my sandwich, only to find that half of the egg salad is on my brand-new navy blue suit, purchased just yesterday. And when I say all over, I mean buttons are covered and the sleeve looks like a bottle of mustard. Lovely.

I make the most of the situation and run back in to finish my gig and behold!...a package arrives. And it's for me!!
I knew all along what it was, but having the mailman drop something in your hands never gets old. I opened it slowly to reveal my new Wii game, Wii Active. Allegedly, it's the best and most fun workout ever, so I thought I'd get it and see. At last, a highlight to the day!!
I come home, change clothes, run an errand or two, and come back home with excitement comparable to a kid on Chirstmas morning. I break open the package, get help from the Mr. turning on the TV ( I mean I know how to turn on a TV...it's all that "Input" business and "Video 1" that always gets me), and hit power on my Wii.

And guess what? Nothing happens.
Is it plugged in? Yes.
Is it brand spanking new? Yes.
Should it work? Abso-freakin-lutely.

But it doesn't. It's dead. So, I stomp off and cry...yes, I really did. Why? Because it was just one "little thing" that pushed this girl over the edge.

Move over sunshine, the clouds are rolling in....