Fasten your seat belt…

I woke up with a migraine this morning. I can’t remember the last that’s happened or if it ever has. Usually, I get hit with one midday, out of the blue, like a Mack truck.  I took all the prescription medication I’m allowed in one day and pulled myself together to get the kids off to summer camp and myself to work.

I had to come to work because I had a training today and there was a corporate person in the office.

Already, that last part puts us all in a super crappy mood. Worse than our usual mood, which is seriously saying something.

My headache persisted, a heavy, aching weight in the back of my head. I ignored the corporate guy which was really best for everyone, but we had to know that good luck wouldn’t last.

Near the end of the day he wandered into my office. I glared at him, but he kept on coming. The receptionist was watching from across the lobby with a look of horror. If he had any smarts at all he would have noticed my expression and inquired as to the location of the men’s room and fled, but no.

“Hi,” he said. “You have a few minutes.”

I gave him a steady look and took several beats to say, “All right.”

He proceeded to ask me questions about my opinions of Bank of No Forks. And I told him.

I could see Ava banging her head on the desk across the hall, and the receptionist kept walking past my window making wide, meaningful eyes at me.

Among other things, he wanted to know what my greatest accomplishment was lately. I was assuming he meant as related to Bank of No Forks so I didn’t mention my fabulous book sales. I mentioned that I managed to come in to work everyday with clean underwear.

I am not the person you send in to a room hoping I’ll keep my mouth shut. That sorta thing never works out. I really wish I was kidding about this.