Shoot me now...no, really!

OK...let me start by saying that I feel like I got hit with a truck. The whole family has been ill, and I fear that they have shared their germs with me. This is what I get for teaching my children the value of sharing and caring. I slept like crap today, despite the fact that I was able to go to bed early because Scott got home early, it just wasn't very restful...probably due to the fact that I am getting sick.

I got up and started getting ready for work...I don't have any idea what happened to my hair while I slept, but maybe it is getting sick too because it was very disagreeable when I was trying to make myself presentable in case I had to see people tonight. Then, I totally got my coffee/milk ratio wrong and it doesn't taste right!

So I arrive at work. I actually got a good parking space right inside the deck so that I was still close to the door but there won't be a bunch of condensation on my windows in the morning and I will just be able to leave and see. That should make the space stalkers in the parking lot happy. I walk in, punch in at 10:59 (yay!!!) and walk over to the elevators. There is a sign that looks like either a four year old or someone from the psych ward wrote saying that that they were scrubbing the floors at my destination, which means I get to spend the next five hours or so listening to the grubby, creepy floor guys talk LOUD. And, when the hallways were re-done they neglected to install plug outlets, so the floor dudes are using MY outlet in my office so I can't even shut the door all the way.

Loooooooooong night ahead of me.