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Rainy days and Mondays...

If I would have known while driving to work this morning that the gloomy sky and weather was most certainly an indicator of how my day would go, I would have turned around and gone back home. It would have been a perfect day for staying in my pajamas and cuddling on the couch with my husband and dog.

But instead, my day was filled with frustrating meetings and technology issues out the wazoo. Technology is my BFF when it works but when it doesn't, it can get me so frustrated I could scream (or cry, or throw something or all of the above).

Without going into details, I can say with certainty that the new color copier in our office that I was SO excited to get last week, is possessed and has a personal vendetta against me. It works perfectly for everyone else but me. For example, I say print 48 sheets of labels, the printer decides to print on ALL 100 sheets of labels (and then ALL the paper that was left in the tray) using up all the labels that someone drove 25 minutes to get for me today for a 5 PM deadline. And because of the rain and intermittent internet and server connectivity, I lost hours of work during one of the busiest and most stressful weeks of work where I need to be productive every second. So much for not going into details (I did spare you MANY, believe it or not).

As frustrating as it all was, I didn't scream, I didn't cry and I didn't even throw anything. Instead, I gave myself a pep talk on my way home about leaving work at work, putting the frustrations of the day behind me and not letting it ruin my night, too. And it worked! (thank you, Dale Carnegie!).

I got home and actually EMBRACED the idea of a workout. If anything was needed after this Monday, it was a good workout. And it felt great. Then we came home and had a yummy dinner that PAT made! But we used my step-dad's pizza sub recipe and that made me think of him, so I cried. But I think it was a healthy cry. Just acknowledging the fact that I still miss him very much and think about him every single day. And still, as selfish as it is, I want him back.

How was your Monday?!?!?

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