Oh. My. Goodness.

Today was really just one of those days.

I only had two places to go. Two. And then I thought I’d have ample time to run errands and come back home and get some work down. Boy was I wrong!

I actually started out EARLY today and though “great, day 3 of my good day streak.” I should know by now not to count my chickens before they hatch!

If you know anything about Los Angeles, you know we’re famous for traffic. I’ve lived here my entire life, so I don’t even think about it. But what I encountered today…I don’t even have enough energy to fully express it. Apparently there was a major accident on the 405, one of LA’s WORST freeways. It involved a California Highway Patrol officer - which meant that law enforcement wasn’t going to treat it like just any accident. This was one of their own which meant that miles of the freeway would be shut down for most of the day. This meant all the normal traffic from the 405 was now on surface streets with me. What started out as being early ended up with me being 40 minutes late for a client meeting. (Un)fortunately, my client lives right off the freeway, so helicopters had been hovering over his place for a couple of hours and he was well aware of the situation. I worked efficiently and managed to get out early - even after arriving late!

“Yes!” I thought, I won’t be late for my doctor’s appointment. Oh…again, spoke to soon. There was traffic on Pico, but I managed to slide in just in time. A lot of good that did me. After waiting over two hours to be seen and then waiting another 30+ minutes for results from one of the tests, I left the office over 3 hours after I arrived, with a much slimmer wallet. Well, there went the day.

Aside from a slice of pizza at my client’s place before noon, I hadn’t had a drop to eat or drink all day. Though I’m trying to budget my money, I figured I deserved a break. I stopped at Le Pain Quotidien and enjoyed a yummy buffalo mozzarella salad (not quite a caprese) and their super yummy ricotta tartine (see below).

I felt a million times better after eating and started feeling slightly positive again and headed for home.  Guess what?!? Shocking!! Another big accident. Blocking my way home and causing a detour. 3 for 3. It really was my day wasn’t it.

By the time I walked in my door at 8pm (!!!!) I had a serious case of verbal diarrhea - hence, this post.

I’m tempted to quit the day now and go to bed, but ever the entrepreneur, I’m wondering how I can make up for all that lost time!

Grr.