A Bad Day

Hi folks, having the day from hell.  Usually I don't come on here to discuss personal issues--other then to explain why I will be away for a short time.  But today has been one of the days that I sure need to get off my chest.  Bad day at work--we all have that; this day seemed to last 2x as long as normal.  Came home feeling rushed to take care of all of the things I needed to take care of -- picked up my daughter on the way home and she discovered that our dog was dead.  She was hysterically crying.  No one would come pick him up so my house guest and I carried him to the SCPA.  We had to take him around back where the Euthenize animals and the sound of screaming dogs was...stomach turning.

Then I was very upset with my houseguest.  He's been staying with me for several months...I'm not very good with guests, but he's family.  He knows that there is one thing and one thing only that I must do every single day.  And that is to write.  I'm a compulsive writer. It's not work, it's not pleasure, it's how I keep my sanity.  It's almost a running joke--I don't want to bother you when you're writing...because you might go off.

So why did I come home and my computer table that usually holds fan, pencils, paper, jewelry had my laptop on it and nothing else?  Oh wait, the old broken laptop that my house guest uses was sitting on top of mine, plugged into the stero which had incidentally been plugged into my laptop.  All of the items that had been on the table were strewn across the floor like a hurricane had come through!

The fan was still running and on the floor!  My jewelry was in the corner.  These things were not just on the floor but it was like they had been slammed onto the floor.  But my laptop was sitting on the table all perfect.  No stereo aux chord plugged into it, nor my power chord plugged into it the way I had left it when I left for work that morning.  Me and Mokkelke had been talking before I went to work so I had been on it.  I went to plug it in and guess what, can't plug it in because it had been shattered inside of the input socket.

I asked my daughter first if she had dropped it.  She didn't do it (she is on her own brand new laptop before she goes to school--which is incidentally half an hour after I leave in the morning).  Asked my house guest (who is jobless and home all day), "Oh I never touch your computer.  I don't know."  And if you don't touch my computer and have no knowledge of how it shattered, why is it that the stereo is mysteriously plugged into the laptop you use?  "Oh, well I plugged that in, but I promise I don't know why your computer won't plug in..."

So, I'm pretty pissed at him.  I know what I know, and he knows what he knows.  He'll be leaving this weekend.  I twisted the chord and managed to get it plugged in and I'm getting a charge.  But...again, my computer is not my recreational device, it's my source of sanity.  Had the laptop broken...I would have broken.

Pretty bad, huh?  And I still haven't mourned my dog and all I can do is just hug my daughter and tell her it's okay and wait until tonight when I can cry when I'm in bed.