Monday blues

I got up this morning feeling completely depressed at the prospect of work... which is unusual as I had got a lot of stuff sorted ready for this new year and I had a plan in mind. Maybe it was just Monday morning blues? I even considered not going and then thought better of it because I'm no skiver.
I got to the car park at work and was on my way to the ramp to the second floor (as I do every day) when I just blatantly drove into a big concrete post (one of which supports the floor above). The crunch of a car crumpling is one of the worst sounds in the world. I was stunned... what had I done? Why hadn't I seen it? I felt stupid.

I drove the car to the second floor and had to climb into the passenger seat to get out because the driver door wouldn't open. I almost passed out when I saw the damage... a series of deep horrible scratches from the front wing right up to the back of the car, the door lock squashed into the door and the wing mirror completely smashed. I walked away from the car after locking it, then came back to it... what do I do? I decided to just go into work and ring head office from there to tell them the bad news... then I walked back to the car and thought maybe I should go home. I did this back and forth routine about 4 times before deciding to go into work. When I rang head office they were lovely... these things happen, they said... it's only a car.

So, my day just went from bad to worse with irritating clients, people cancelling appointments, people moaning because their repairs had took a long time in the post... you name it and they moaned about it. Late afternoon and my car was finally ready to be picked up from the accident repair garage, and as I waited for it, 2 blokes sat looking across at my car talking about how much damage there was and how much it would cost. "You talking about my car there are you?", I smiled sarcastically. "Oh, oh... it's your car?" was the reply. "Yeah... I never did like that post downstairs", I said and walked away annoyed. The bloke from the garage came and said it looks way worse than it is, and the damage is all superficial, so that's good!

My replacement car never turned up because the telephone lines at Lex had gone down, so my mam had to come and pick me up. The hope was that the car would be delivered to my home, but I'm still waiting. I've missed my training tonight because I didn't dare go out in case the car did turn up, and I'm quite gutted about that.

My Icebugs came and I wanted to take them out of the box and immediately hate them so it was an easy decision to send them back. Unfortunately they looked gorgeous. Now, I've never found a comfortable trail shoe YET (and these are not just for snow and ice... they are also a great trail shoe). I tried them on and they felt as comfortable as a trainer. Decision made... sold to the girl having a shit Monday!