Wednesday is evil

by statia on January 14, 2009

Did you ever have one of those days where you woke up knowing it was going to be fucking hell, before you even got out of bed?

Of course you have.

Today was one of those days.  In fact, it seems that Wednesday is already claiming its title as the ultimate mega whore of 2009, which was in fierce competition with Tuesday in 2008.

I don’t do well with being woken up.  I’ve given this subject ample coverage in the past, so if you’ve been reading here for longer than five minutes (and really if you’ve been reading since the beginning, you either have way too much time on your hands, or you have a colander for a brain.  I hope that’s the case anyway, because I sure as hell don’t remember half of the drivel that I write), you might remember me talking about this.

We bought a dishwasher a couple of weeks ago.  It was out of stock, so they set up delivery for last Saturday, but it still hadn’t been restocked, so they rescheduled the delivery for today.    We got your typical four hour window, between 8 and 12.  You know, the one where they wait until the last possible minute, until they know you’re about to leave the house because you have shit to do, and it doesn’t include waiting for the fucking delivery guy who was probably sitting in his truck eating donuts.

So the doorbell rings, bright and early this morning.  At 7.  Not 8.   And I was still sleeping, as was the Mini.  Who has a raging cold and isn’t sleeping that well to begin with.   There is nothing worse than being jolted out of sleep by a doorbell and two obnoxious barking dogs.    Starting my day like this pretty much guarantees that not only is it going to suck, but I’m pretty much going to be a raging bitch all day.

As I was walking downstairs,  I think the delivery guy was rushing to get out the door, because he knew I was pissed.  In the background, I think I heard the Meester say “run, save yourself.”   It was right after he left that I called the store and shouted obscenities at them.  I’m sure this fell on deaf ears, and that the manager thought I had a raging case of PMS, but I didn’t care.  It made me feel better.

Top this off with a certain toddler who has been sick all week and has cabin fever and is driving me insane with his tantrums over you breathing the wrong way,  and you have the reason why Wednesday is evil.  I’m convinced it has a vendetta against me.


bitca January 15, 2009 at 8:13 am

I’m really kind of thinking Tuesday is wearing a Wednesday skin, all Silence of the Lambs style. In a few months, we’ll find Wednesday, naked and shivering at the bottom of a well holding Tuesday’s puppy.

jesser January 15, 2009 at 9:08 am

I love that even in this crappy economy, customer service is a foreign concept to a lot of businesses.

MsPrufrock January 15, 2009 at 9:31 am

I’ve talked to Wednesday, and she says she totally fucking hates you. I’m just telling you what I heard…

Faith January 15, 2009 at 2:40 pm

If you had to pay a delivery fee for that sucker, they sooooo owe it back to you!

Flicka January 15, 2009 at 7:09 pm

You have awesome commenters; I can’t beat what they have to say. Wednesday was right crappy for me too what with being day three of a mind-altering migraine and being loaded up with drugs made from poisonous mushrooms. I say we form a committee and just ban Wednesdays from now on. Tuesdays too.

Faith January 16, 2009 at 1:41 pm

Flicka might be on to something. You know what? FUCK most days of the week, man! I say we wage a war against all days except Friday and Saturday…who’s with me???

Susanne January 19, 2009 at 3:16 pm

Did the store specify 8 to noon Eastern time? ‘Cause that could be your problem right there.

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