-Just spent 30 minutes driving around, trying to find parking. Forgot I live in Hollywood. Forgot it was Friday. Forgot it was 10pm.
-Found a spot 4 blocks away.
-Realized that the gift for my niece I gave up Starbucks for was in my backseat, and there was no way I was gonna leave it in my hatchback on a foreign street.
-Hauled/Dragged/Piggybacked a Fisher Price Jumperoo 4 blocks through Hollywood, past club-goers, across Hollywood at Gower. Along with a Target bag filled with toilet paper and wine.
-Realized on my walk that all the hard work Ive put in to planning my company’s Christmas party next week also means I am the main contact for all our vendors, and my name is on all the contracts. Pulling strings to get an open bar and cab vouchers just means I don’t get to have a sip, because I’m representing all the people those drinks and cabs are for.
-Got to my front door, finally, to see a “sorry we missed you.” I get excited, thinking I have a gift waiting for me from an aunt, only to see it’s from the franchise tax board. Turbo Tax failed me. I owe $350.
So that is where I’m at right now.
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