The first Monday in January is officially the most depressing day of the year. Apparently it is the day when the highest number of people commit suicide and file for divorce. That’s not a very pleasant thought, but I suppose it should make me feel a little better about my own life, even if I’m not feeling like a ray of sunshine right now.
Here are some of the things which happened today:
1) I sat on a stationary train for ages, surrounded by grey-faced commuters frantically tapping away at their laptops and blackberries, because someone had jumped in front of a train.
2) My feet got completely soaked on the walk to work because the new shoes I bought less than two months ago are rubbish and the soles have already got holes in, but I haven’t yet got round to sending them back.
3) The rest of me got completely soaked on the walk to work due to the horizontal rain and gale force winds, which also turned my umbrella inside out and whacked me on the head with it.
4) I forgot my security pass for the office, which meant I couldn’t get in or out of any of the internal doors without a chaperone. (As I have a very small bladder, this meant I had to forego my half-hourly cups of tea.)
5) I went to the post office at lunchtime to renew my driving licence (which had to be done today) and was given a ticket which informed me that there were 66 people ahead of me in the queue, most of whom were pensioners with nothing else to do all day.
6) I had to give a client some advice he really didn’t want to hear and he was really difficult about it and demanded a second opinion from someone more senior than me.
7) By 4 o’clock I was feeling so annoyed about all of the above (especially the fact that my feet were still wet) that I ate all four of the Kitkats I was keeping in my locker and then felt even worse.
8) Olivier has been gone for three weeks now, and it’s finally sinking in that I am not going to Paris next weekend, and he is not coming here, but we actually won’t be seeing each other for months.
9) I could really do with a large glass of wine but I’m not drinking in January and I’m already surprised (and discomfited) by how hard I’m finding it. Eek.
I know this is all trivial in the context of suicide and divorce and illness and war and poverty, and I really ought to shut up.
But still… today can do one. Now, where did I hide the chocolate?