There but for the grace of God...

Some days it's amazing that I even survive the drive to work without doing myself in. Like today, f'r'instance, which started out with me not only taking the wrong car (while we save up to fix Matt's truck I've been driving my mom's minivan to work most days. On Tuesdays, his day off, I'm supposed to take my own car. Today is Tuesday. I drove the van), despite checking to make sure I had the gas money Matt gave me and thinking about where I would stop to fill up the car as I climbed into the van; I also almost backed it out right through the closed garage door. Thankfully, I looked behind me just in time to hit the brakes and avoid a whole lot of morning drama. And I don't even want to go into the close call I had while making a left turn onto a slick, rainsoaked and very busy highway all because I got distracted and forgot how right of way works.

Continuing the addle-brained theme I've got going here this week, did I tell you about my trip to the post office the other day? The one where I mapquested directions to the one nearest my workplace and followed them, necessating three left turns on two major streets during the lunchtime rush, only to realize that I'd driven in a big unnecesary circle and that the post office sat right behind my building along the access road that runs beside it? And I could have walked over there? Not to mention finding it just by looking out the window? I didn't? Okay then, let's keep it that way.

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On the brighter side this morning, here's something that hasn't happened to me before in any of my previous jobs: an engineer and I met up at the coffee pot where there was only one cup's worth left. I offered to let him have it, but he said no, go ahead, he'd just make more. Seriously, y'all, that felt like a promotion. Everywhere else I've worked it would have been "Hey look, Jean, we're almost out of coffee. You'd better make some more." I'm not in charge of the coffee anymore! Movin' on up...