Don’t mess with me

I am in one hell of a mood today.

Seriously.

We had to be out of the house a half hour earlier today for a Logan meeting at school.  Well you know what?  That sucks.  I have my kids trained to a simple morning routine.  They know what to do, and what to expect as do I.  I’m not a morning person, so it’s important to keep to the script man.

But Noooooo.  The school decides that before school is better for meetings.  I got everyone together, and everything is fine, and no one is late.  Great.

Except that now my brain is a pile of mush.  And then I get to work, and there’s no milk for my coffee or my cereal.  You see, yesterday, my order for milk came.  Someone at work told the delivery person to put the stuff in the file room, and then didn’t tell anyone else it was there.  Nor did they ask about perishables.  Which we have a lot of – this is not new nor is it rocket science.  As a result, I’m out of milk, and that delivery was cottage cheese.

No breakfast for me.

I knew about the milk.  But I couldn’t eat at home.  See above regarding routine.  And earliness.  And the fact that Poe chose today of all days to be nice and let me sleep in.  So I woke up a half an hour LATER than normal, when I have to be out of the house a half an hour EARLIER.  There’s math in there somewhere.

And I don’t want to be here at work, although that’s another whole rant.

Oh.  And when a craig’s list ad says “Editor/Manager” that screams editing and managing job, doesn’t it?  Not an entrepreneurial  “opportunity” where they expect 60 hours a week, no pay, and oh, they’ll pay you a percentage when the website makes money.

I don’t think so.

Dude.

Don’t mess with me.