Today started out great. I had some exercise, a shower, and even dressed myself in real clothes (not like the unreal clothes, which include a Nashville hoodie and shaggy pair of sweats, of which I had been in for umpteen days straight.)
Yes, it was looking to be a great day. But then I logged into work, and there was so much to do, and not enough people to do it. That wasn't so bad. A little deflating, yes, but not bad. Then I had a customer bark at me. I mean BARK! He told me I had ruined his week. Did I take this personally? You bet I did. I had held his hand for days, walking him through this and walking him through that. He was happy until he learned that (due congresses grand fiscal cliff fiasco) there would be a delay in filing his return. That's when I ruined his week. HIS WHOLE
I wanted to cry. When I'm stressed, I don't cry. When someone hurts my feelings, I don't cry. But when I'm stressed AND someone hurts my feelings? Well that's when I usually cry. Today I may or may not have shed one tear.
Although I may or may not have shed one tear, I didn't, however, allow this disparaging cloak of doom to wrap me in it's hollow grave. Instead, I turned on my Happy Light. Then I hit the iTunes play button. I had just downloaded a tune from Opree (my sister) who so thoughtfully honored me with a tax-time gift. This was my first listening:
The day of wrath, that day
Will dissolve the world in ashes
As foretold by David and the Sibyl!
How much tremor there will be,
when the judge will come,
investigating everything strictly!
After listening to just 30 seconds of this fine ditty, I was in stitches. Here I was, basking in the glow of a Happy Light, and listening to a Requiem. Of all the paradoxes! The air was thick with ironic dissonance! And not just any part of a Requiem, the Dies Irae part of a Requiem! I laughed so hard I snarted. (Snarted is the past tense form of snart, which means to snort and fart at the same time.)
The Dies Irae is about the IRS! Is it not? Investigating everything strictly?! The judge will come?! Day of wrath?! Tremor?!
Gads my sister is funny. Funny, funny.
Then I got a text that said, "Check your front door." It was Carol. She brought me a smoothie. I went back downstairs to my office, turned on that Happy Light, played the Dies Irae, and sucked on my smoothie.
It really did turn out to be a great day. Happy Tuesday. Enjoy your IRS tune.