The dishwasher

Today was my first day back from my first tropical vacation.  It was glorious.  The weather was perfect, I made some amazing friends (one guy was particularly cute, swoon), and got an
incredible week away from work.  In fact, I didn't even think about it once.

I left at the perfect time.  There's a lot of drama going on lately.  I've also been swamped with work and staying late regularly.  Yes, I'm the only receptionist you know that works long hours doing non-reception related work.  But good things are hopefully to come of all this hard work.

I arrived to work today just depressed.  I don't want to work.  I don't want to read the 128 emails in my inbox folder.  I don't want to read the 30 more in sub folders.  I want a pineapple daiquiri (umm, don't judge, they're amazing and a perfect 11am drink), I want my beach chair and I want my friends.  But of course, the vacation is over and it's back to reality. 

I spend the better half of my morning, going through emails and attempting to make a to-do list.  Between the annoying callers and being easily distracted by any and everything, I make very little progress.  NG finally comes in and I am happy to hand the phones over to her so I can accomplish something.  But first I need more coffee.

I rush down to the kitchen and stand there for a good 5 minutes talking myself out of coffee and to just drink water.  Still trying to convince myself, I open the dishwasher with hopes to throw my mug in there forcing myself to drink water.

And then it happened.

The damn thing was running!  It was so quiet, I never even heard it.  Water and suds come GUSHING out.  So in true Ruby fashion, I scream, slam the thing shut and debate running away and acting as if nothing happened.  Unfortunately for me, someone came in (the scream probably made that happen...) and I just started laughing about how dumb I am.  There wasn't much of a mess, so I cleaned that up, and Laura and I just blamed it on being "a Monday". 

Yeah, let's blame it on the fact that it's Monday.  Not the fact that I didn't even hear the dishwasher going!  To my defense, my parents have a wicked quiet dishwasher as well and I never hear theirs.  Mine is easily from the 70's, so it's like a rocket launch when that thing is going. 

Also, the majority of the people at work didn't even realize I was gone.  It may be because my out of office only worked for half the week, but still.  Nothing like feeling special and welcomed back at work. 

Womp, womp, womp.