Worst Monday ever.
Are you ready for this one folks? I would have blogger yesterday night about it but....well ya know.... it was a Monday.
It's hard for me to even remember today's events it was so tragic. Started out the morning a little on the colder side. Wasn't necessarily expecting that since I was spoiled from the beautiful 40 degree weekend. So I headed to work not feeling the best dressed because I had photography class this evening and I didn't want to dress up totally but I still needed to look presentable for work during the day. I didn't pull it off so well and I was sporting about 5 zits on my chin that came in out of no were. Needless to say, I was looking cute.
Got to work and at about 10:30am I had to make a phone call to the company and the service lady was completely rude to me from the minute I said hello. She was so rude that I asked her why she was treating me so rudely and if she was having a bad day. She was NOT happy that I asked her that. Not the best way to start out my day.
Work was pretty slow and I was preping myself to get from point A (work) to point B (Edina) by 6pm this evening. I was dropping off the CD to the lady from the photo shoot the other day. From point B (Edina) I needed to get to point C (photography class) in Coon Rapids by 7pm. It was a VERY tight, iritating, dangerous travels and did I mention frustrating. I got to Edina by 5:45pm. The lady arrived at 6pm sharp and the exchange took about 5 minutes. I zipped out of the parking lot wanting to head over to Caribou coffee and grab a mocha before class. So I'm heading to Caribou and the road that I'm on is turning into a different direction and I end up somewhere in Minneapolis I have no idea where I am at. By the grace of God I actually drive right up to a Caribou Coffee (not the one I was heading to). I get my mocha and ask the cheery fella where 94 west is. He proceeds to tell me exact directions and I'm on my way. I get in my car head out to 94 and I take a sip of my coffee. GRRRROOOOSSSSSS!!!!!! Of course my coffee would be disgusting. It tasted like it had triple chocolate in it. WAY to powerful to even drink. Well whatever.... so much for a special drink at class.
I get on 94 W and call Chris to let him know that I'm on my way finally and I'll call him when I get to class. I get on 610 heading east to 47 and I think to myself, "I'm heading to 65 which is heading the wrong direction." Grrrrrrrrr. I turn around and head 610 west. I'm back on 610 west and then realize, "NO WAY, ARE YOU SERIOUS.... I was heading in the right direction. This is heading to Brooklyn Park." I felt like the biggest idiot. Like my brain wasn't even working. So irritating. I turn around once AGAIN heading 610 east to 47 and then exit to 10 west. Finanlly, going the right direction. Ahhhh.....not really. In my head I'm thinking I'm going to Oak Park View Middle School(something like that). The same place my fitness boot camp class is. I was half way down Hanson Blvd and a light bulb went off in my head telling me that this class is not at Oak Park but at Coon Rapids Middle school. NOT AGAIN. It's 7:05pm and I am just livid. That's one thing I hate and that is arriving late to a meeting. I don't want to miss the details and I wasn't in the mood to walk in late and have everyone stare at me. Just not in the mood. So I turn around and I really am heading in the right direction this time. I get to Coon Rapids High school and I am instantly overwhelmed [like I wasn't already] because every door entrance looks the same and the parking lots are packed. Great! I head around the back and just parked and ran inside. I have never seen a high school where EVERY hallway you look down looks the exact same. I think, "Great, how in the world am I suppose to find this class?" I see a guy looking at me like he wants to help so I ask him where the Photography class is and he gets this confused look on his face like "There is a Photography class at Coon Rapids High School?" Then I remember that it's not at the high school but at the middle school. WOW- I am so late. 7:15pm now. He points me in the dirrection of the middle school and I get there. I walk into class, I sit down, I made it.
It's hard for me to even remember today's events it was so tragic. Started out the morning a little on the colder side. Wasn't necessarily expecting that since I was spoiled from the beautiful 40 degree weekend. So I headed to work not feeling the best dressed because I had photography class this evening and I didn't want to dress up totally but I still needed to look presentable for work during the day. I didn't pull it off so well and I was sporting about 5 zits on my chin that came in out of no were. Needless to say, I was looking cute.
Got to work and at about 10:30am I had to make a phone call to the company and the service lady was completely rude to me from the minute I said hello. She was so rude that I asked her why she was treating me so rudely and if she was having a bad day. She was NOT happy that I asked her that. Not the best way to start out my day.
Work was pretty slow and I was preping myself to get from point A (work) to point B (Edina) by 6pm this evening. I was dropping off the CD to the lady from the photo shoot the other day. From point B (Edina) I needed to get to point C (photography class) in Coon Rapids by 7pm. It was a VERY tight, iritating, dangerous travels and did I mention frustrating. I got to Edina by 5:45pm. The lady arrived at 6pm sharp and the exchange took about 5 minutes. I zipped out of the parking lot wanting to head over to Caribou coffee and grab a mocha before class. So I'm heading to Caribou and the road that I'm on is turning into a different direction and I end up somewhere in Minneapolis I have no idea where I am at. By the grace of God I actually drive right up to a Caribou Coffee (not the one I was heading to). I get my mocha and ask the cheery fella where 94 west is. He proceeds to tell me exact directions and I'm on my way. I get in my car head out to 94 and I take a sip of my coffee. GRRRROOOOSSSSSS!!!!!! Of course my coffee would be disgusting. It tasted like it had triple chocolate in it. WAY to powerful to even drink. Well whatever.... so much for a special drink at class.
I get on 94 W and call Chris to let him know that I'm on my way finally and I'll call him when I get to class. I get on 610 heading east to 47 and I think to myself, "I'm heading to 65 which is heading the wrong direction." Grrrrrrrrr. I turn around and head 610 west. I'm back on 610 west and then realize, "NO WAY, ARE YOU SERIOUS.... I was heading in the right direction. This is heading to Brooklyn Park." I felt like the biggest idiot. Like my brain wasn't even working. So irritating. I turn around once AGAIN heading 610 east to 47 and then exit to 10 west. Finanlly, going the right direction. Ahhhh.....not really. In my head I'm thinking I'm going to Oak Park View Middle School(something like that). The same place my fitness boot camp class is. I was half way down Hanson Blvd and a light bulb went off in my head telling me that this class is not at Oak Park but at Coon Rapids Middle school. NOT AGAIN. It's 7:05pm and I am just livid. That's one thing I hate and that is arriving late to a meeting. I don't want to miss the details and I wasn't in the mood to walk in late and have everyone stare at me. Just not in the mood. So I turn around and I really am heading in the right direction this time. I get to Coon Rapids High school and I am instantly overwhelmed [like I wasn't already] because every door entrance looks the same and the parking lots are packed. Great! I head around the back and just parked and ran inside. I have never seen a high school where EVERY hallway you look down looks the exact same. I think, "Great, how in the world am I suppose to find this class?" I see a guy looking at me like he wants to help so I ask him where the Photography class is and he gets this confused look on his face like "There is a Photography class at Coon Rapids High School?" Then I remember that it's not at the high school but at the middle school. WOW- I am so late. 7:15pm now. He points me in the dirrection of the middle school and I get there. I walk into class, I sit down, I made it.
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