So I had one. I started the day by interviewing a guy so stoned on pain meds he couldn't remember what he was rifling through his files to find after he sat down in my office. The real kicker: I hadn't asked him for anything. He just kept turning pages back and forth while he vamped for time. Later I talked with a guy who kept referring to himself using the royal pronoun. It's really not a good sign when an unaccompanied man keeps talking about things he needs in terms of "we." For my final time slot, I found myself in a co-worker's office invoking the Almighty to send me a no-show. And I was NOT making jokes.
I finally left work, and had time for a pedicure, since my daughter's summer camp outing wasn't expected to return until 4:15. Sadly, this did not really improve my mood. We came home and I found myself so painfully short of patience that I just let Hannah watch Pinky Dinky Doo until her Dad came home. Finally, my dear, dear husband fed me dinner, for which I was not particularly hungry, and suddenly I was a human again. It then occurred to me I had eaten a fast-food breakfast sandwich and a falafel patty today. Oh, and 2 miniature Snickers Bars. Turns out all this time I was just food-deprived.
Or maybe it was the wine. And that commercial with Aretha Franklin is a lie. Don't believe the hype. If you find yourself acting like a diva, what you need is spaghetti and meat balls. And did I mention the wine?