I've been thinking a lot about my sister today - specifically, all the little catchphrases she likes to use. I used her mantra, "Life is SO hard," as I complained about trivialities in life. I called someone Ponita. But of all her catchphrases, the one nearest and dearest to my heart today was "struggle bus." I know that she didn't coin the phrase, but she was the first to bring it to my attention. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, I'll save you the trip to Urban Dictionary and just tell you that struggle bus is what you say when you can't handle even the simplest of tasks. I, dear readers, have been driving the struggle bus this last week.
It all started last Sunday when I was proud of myself for finding a restaurant without getting lost. I mean, I did have to ask how to find the Cherry Street Pub ("Uh, it's on Cherry Street."), but I was just happy that I made it to Cherry Street without first having driven to Bremen. I was also proud of myself for finding a parking space right out front of the building. I was less proud when I realized that I had driven the wrong way down a one-way street to find said parking space.
Friday, I found myself trying to load my car with supplies that I would need for Monday's classes. I was planning ahead! I would be able to transition into Monday with ease, which would be appreciated after a week that had been made difficult by illness. All I had to do was fit a rolling file cart and a small tote in my car's trunk and make them fit around the medium-sized tote that was already present. Simple enough, right? Nope. Five minutes of sweaty struggle ensued, complete with me muttering my favorite "French" phrases under my breath and hoping that the paramedics in the next building over couldn't hear me. I eventually discovered that a round Tupperware container had lodged itself in the very back of the trunk and was preventing me from fully utilizing the space. I moved the Tupperware into it's original spot and had everything packed in thirty seconds.
Then there was today...
We have an advisory committee meeting once per quarter. Prior to these meetings, we send out packets of information that inform our advisory board about the work we've done over the last three months. I had six sheets of information to print, and each sheet needed its own letterhead or unique color of paper. It's really a simple task. To write out the entire story would bump this post well over the acceptable length, and would include a lot of details that would make it just that much easier to have me committed, so we won't go down that path today. Instead, I'll just share that it took me three attempts to figure out how to properly load the letterhead into the printer, I printed three different documents on white paper (then had to reprint them on different color paper), and the info I put on the yellow paper required three rounds of emails with my boss and a software installation. Oh, and even the yellow paper had to be printed twice because I accidentally sent them to the printer as double-sided copies, even though I needed them single-sided.
To quote my favorite movie, "Morons, your bus is leaving..." I was the driver.
These are just three of the dozen or so instances I can recall from the past seven days. I'm hopeful that with no small amount of concentration, the remainder of my week won't be so trying. Life is so hard.
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