When a week goes bad...

We both knew we were in trouble when Sonic messed up the order. Sonic is a holy place, and Sonic never messes up an order. I mean, to be fair, I knew we were in trouble before that...when Cam was too busy playing Guitar Hero for us to leave in a timely manner. Or maybe even the night before, when we were out at the club and ran into a guy I used to date. But nonetheless, we both say we knew our trip to the Front Range might be trouble when the breakfast sandwich came out wrong.
Most of the time it was actually pretty nice. So what if a couple of friends didn't call to meet up with us? At least we had a wonderful dinner and a sweet bowling experience. And the hotel was spectacular...but that was Sunday...
Monday seemed okay. Sun was shining and the lines at Starbucks were 30 feet long. We tried to go to the museum and it was closed. No big deal. So the three-story Niketown doesn't sell women's golf stuff anymore. Once again, no big deal. It takes us longer than planned to find a great place to golf. Okay, we'll live. We get paired up with some stranger, that happens all the time.
Except now the real trouble begins. We are rushed golfing, because we have a concert to be at in less than two hours. The guy we are partnered with is slow. Not to mention he figures out who I am long before I know who he is. Oh, it helps when he has seen me and I have never seen him. It also helps that he had all the important clues. Nonetheless, my golf game is not going well because of the time issue before I find out we are golfing with my ex-boyfriend's roommate. The only ex-boyfriend I hate, and this is the guy who drove him the the airport when the ex was treating me badly and I wasn't answering phone calls anymore. Terrific. Now I am remembering that horrible winter and how much I hate that ex, and that sort of ugly emotion does not do good things for a golf game. And then there were the geese covering the last 4 holes. I was clinging to my golf club as a defensive weapon.
We finally escape that, and we make it past the chaos getting to the concert venue. That's when I found out my hero, Dave Grohl, is sick and that the concert was cancelled. All the chaos...and for nothing!
We get back to the 16th Street Mall. I run into my boss, who finds a way to rip into me for it a couple days later. I almost break my wrist on a Barnes and Noble door.
The next morning I think my Oakleys are missing. The Oakleys were this beautiful gift, so hours are spent looking and worrying about them. It was horrible.
When I get back to work Wednesday, my computer wouldn't work. All the security had locked me out, and I can't access a thing until next week when some discs show up. So, my super challenging job just got more super challenging.
I know, this wasn't my usual style of blog...but sometimes you just need to bitch.