Bad day, good day

It's almost summer today, I came home in my t-shirt and didn't get cold even in the shade.

Day was pretty annoying though. I went to see my ophthalmologist for a follow-up visit - I had the appointment at 1pm and I was on time, of course. Then I spent the next hour sitting in the waiting room - after which the Dr. called me in, asked if I had any problems with the eye (I said no), looked at it and said that it looked fine and told me to call him in case the condition came back. Two fucking minutes, and an hours wait!

Meanwhile there had been an emergency meeting at work - our next deliverable is late and not because of us (we've been waiting since Monday but nothing has been coming to us), so it now meant we will have to work the weekend to catch up. Only I can't - I've booked a place on a photography course for the whole weekend. So what the heck - I'll just skip yoga and work late today and tomorrow and I should be able to get everything done. Only the databases are still not up, and just when it looked like we could start testing we get an email from IT saying that to assist us they need to take the server all our databases are on down, immediately. Just the kind of assistance we've come to expect from them... So that's it for working late today - 5 pm and everyone had to stop everything and go home... sounds nice, but most people would rather work couple of evenings than sacrifice the whole weekend. So since I got to leave work early I thought I could go to yoga - yay! In the bus on our way to downtown we saw a cyclist getting hit by a car. And then I realized it was Thursday which meant the class started 5.15, not 6 pm - so I had missed it anyway.

On my way to Robson I decided that something had to be done to this incredibly crappy day.

So I went shopping. We're hosting a floor warming party with BBQ and beer tomorrow (so that's going to cut some hours off the day too), and I was in a mood to buy something summery and girly. This is what I got. A fair change from what I was wearing this morning - when Kathy saw me at the bus stop she laughed and said that I looked like a student on her way to UBC... If I look ten years younger than I am, I will definitely take that as a complement!

An hour on the phone with my mom, and I feel so much better now. I feel better than James Brown.

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