You know what sort of days I hate? I hate the days when you wake up really, truly excited for a productive and fun day, and you carefully iron your shirt and put it on a hanger because you don't want to wear it during the long car ride because the back will get all wrinkled and then you pack up the car and leave by 8.15am to drive to Abilene and right about the time you get to Eastland you remember that you left your nice shirt hanging by the door and the tank top you have on is COMPLETELY inappropriate for the meetings you have so despite the fact you are running exactly on time you have to run (like, really run) into the Dillard's next to the lunch meeting place and grab the first appropriately colored and professional jacket you see even though it is $120 and then you carefully keep the tags tucked in the sleeve while you eat which is a little stressful because you don't want the person you are meeting with to think you are some sort of Minnie Pearl weirdo but you REALLY don't want to keep the jacket even though it's pretty cute and if you had the money you would, and then despite the stress of the jacket you really enjoy that meeting and get excited about the next one, only to find out the next person isn't REALLY the decision maker, and isn't in a position to brainstorm with you and starts getting irritated when you ask a lot of questions, and then you have to backpedal to assure him you are just trying to understand everything correctly not corner him into saying something he doesn't feel comfortable with and then it all seems ok you guess but it feels like the damage has been done and you aren't really so excited about it anymore and just want to leave. And THEN you think well at least I have my camera and when I get to Mineral Wells for my last meeting I can relax by taking some photos of the Baker, but then your tire gives out around Cisco and you call AAA and they tell you someone will be there in 45 minutes so you have an ice cream and try to stay upbeat and even though you have to call and cancel your last meeting which you REALLY didn't want to do at least there are still photos to take. But then AAA calls and says oops no they can't be there for at least 2 hours and you say FUCK THAT and start changing the tire yourself – but a nice man comes along and helps you and you think OK, well I can't drive ALL THE WAY to Dallas on that spare so I'll just go to the next tire place I see, only there ISN'T ONE THAT IS OPEN THE WHOLE FUCKING WAY FROM CISCO TO DALLAS so what should have taken about 2 hours takes three and you can't be bothered with photos on the way and then your husband's at Sonic Youth where you wish you could be too instead and nothing sounds good to eat and you didn't get home in time to paint the second room so when Dee comes tomorrow she is going to have to stay in a pit and think you are a total slobby pig. And then you have to remember that at least you didn't get killed on the road and you have your health and general happiness and a job and you really are being ridiculous because everyone has bad days and maybe you cry a little because you feel ungrateful and sort of sorry for yourself at the same time.

I hate those days so much.