The Last 36 Hours..

In the last 36 hours, I’ve managed to…

1. Wake up overly tired and go to work a smudge emotional.
2. Get a call from an crabby person in another department who decided fussing and squawking at me was the best way to get me to do something for her.
3. Discover that the online public access catalog (the system that allows faculty and students can search for materials in the library) I’ve been working on for the past few months wasn’t reading the changes I made to the visual search feature. In other words, people won’t be able to search like I planned because I can’t get the system to work.
4. Go for a swig of red cherry pomegranate punch and spill it down the front of my white and green shirt. When it was cleaned up, I endured the embarrassment of having an entirely wet and slightly pink shirt for a fair portion of the day.
5. Get picked up from work by my husband who took me downtown to Gordon Biersch to have dinner with a friend. We found out she couldn’t make it, so we decided we needed to have a date instead.
6. Get seated at a table with wooden chairs, tell the waitress I’m pregnant, and get reseated at a booth with cushy seating.
7. Feel better after eating garlic fries drenched in ranch dressing. Feel even better when I say no to temptation and leave a few on my plate.
8. Make my husband laugh when I spill ranch on my shirt to match my punch stain from earlier.
9. Feel butterflies in my stomach when my husband tells me how beautiful my eyes are in the sunlight on the deck of the restaurant overlooking the water.
10. Decide there must be enough room in my stomach to eat a small dessert—a shot glass full of strawberry cheesecake. Convince my husband that he should get one to, but realize he wants to order the fudge cake shot instead of the brownie mousse shot. I then convince him we need all three desserts if we’re going to be happy.
11. Get a $5 gift certificate to Gordon Biersch after filling out a survey.
12. Get home and decide nothing productive will happen the rest of the night. Which leads to another game of Rummy. Which leads my husband to say, “I’ll only play if you don’t cry this time.” To which I respond, “DEAL. NOW.” And then quit when I have more points.
13. Sleep about 15 extra minutes this morning, but still make it out the door at the same time for work.
14. Call a support guy at the company that provides the online public access catalog and ask him for help with the system failure I discovered yesterday. End the conversation with the good news that he can send me instructions for how to transfer files so the problem can be fixed.
15. Celebrate the solution with a mini Twix brought in by my lovely coworker.

The moral of the story?

A date with my husband makes everything better.