I woke up early today to meet up with my friends at the coffee shop. But my neighbor had parked too close to the garage door so I couldn't get my car out. I didn't want to wake her at 6:30. It wasn't an emergency so I made tea at home. I was nearly out of tea so it was a weak brew. Hardly "did the job" that I expect from a caffeinated beverage.
When my neighbor finally moved her car, I drove off to work with my tea in my travel mug. My travel mug has ONE JOB. To not leak. It leaked all down my shirt. At work, I spilled my breakfast all over my jeans. I also had not one but TWO pens run out of ink.
The universe is trying to tell me something. I just haven't figured out what it is.
Coincidentally, today is officially my three year anniversary of working at the advertising agency.
(Pause for dramatic effect)
I'm not sure what to say about that.
(Pause for more dramatic effect)
I still got nuthin'.
(Pause to consider which coworkers read this blog and which I hope don't read this blog)
I just think the events from this morning and the anniversary are related. That's all I'm saying.