I have been SO beyond crankysauce the past two afternoons. It seems like noon hits a switch from Happy Cherrybear to CRANKY Cherrybear.
In my attempts to get my house looking clean and put away I may or may not have taken the boxes that aren't fully unpacked and I don't want to deal with, and put them in my spare room/office-which is quickly turning into my junk room. Which would be all fine and dandy if I wasn't having a house guest in a few weeks. Whoops.
A few weeks ago I had the most humiliating thing happen to me at work. I was coming back from lunch and my Chiro apt had ran over, so I was really hustling it to make it back to work on time. There weren't any parking spots in A-the lot right by the building, so I ignored the Do Not Enter signs, and grabbed a space in the big parking lot and ran to the building, ran to the elevator to try and beat the clock.
One problem. The whole Do Not Enter. The head of security saw me illegally doing that and radio'd the security inside, so as I am running inside to the elevator I hear (loud enough for the whole bottom area to all hear as well) the description of my truck, and even worse, a description of ME and what I was wearing! I felt like all eyes were on me. I could have sunk into the concrete ground if I could have. I was SO. EMBARRASSED. All of the sudden security was calling my name, EVEN WORSE. I almost started bawling on that poor security man. I knew driving through that area was wrong and I was ready to pay the price with a ticket, but merciful heavens, public embarrassment was NOT what I had bargained for. You'd better believe I am NEVER EVER EVER doing that again!