At work today, my supervisor decided to get on every last one of my nerves. He'd reached the very last one when I was forced to go outside and put some money into my parking meter, only to find that I'd already gotten a $76 ticket. Also, I was in a "tow away after 3:30pm" zone and it was 3:33 so I had to move my car. Only, I'd left my keys in the office. So 5 blocks back to the office, 5 blocks back to my car (which was still there thank God) I called up the manfriend and went into moan and groan mode. Luckily the manfriend knows what to say in those situations.
Me: And he had the nerve to say that the music I picked for the segment wouldn't work because (blah, blah, blah. Whine, moan, complain)
Manfriend: He has a lot of nerve. Tell him that he doesn't know what he's talking about.
Me: (shrill, high pitched voice) And I got this $76 ticket! I'm already $250 in the hole this month.
Manfriend: Don't worry babe I'll pay the ticket. You have enough to deal with.
So while pulling out of my parking spot, eyebrows furrowed and mouth contorted into a permanent frown I remember saying, "I want to cry. I really want to cry right now!"(Because I'm so grown). And right then and there the saddest violin song starts playing. No lie. Violins.
I look around, trying to figure out where the heck the soundtrack to my life was coming from and I see on the street corner, a sad looking school boy playing a violin. The violin case sitting in front of him as onlookers dropped change into it. It looked like something out of Les Miserables. And then a solitary leaf floated ever so gently to the ground in front of him. At that moment I burst out laughing. I realized how immature I sounded and it hit me that all I needed was a lonely violin to play behind my childish whining . . . and I actually got it.
From that point on, my mood changed and I realized that it was an extraordinarily beautiful day. Sunny, 73 degrees. After 3 straight weeks of surprise snow storms and then 40 days and 40 nights (okay 4 days and nights) of rain, I was complaining on a day like this? I told the manfriend that I was fine and that I'd handle my boss and the $76 ticket. He was a little confused by my sudden mood swing, but relieved. (Poor guy! I take him through so much, lol)
So now every time I complain I hear that sorry violin song. Okay, Jehovah . . . I get it! Thanks for the kick in the pants!
Don't you love/hate when your mood gets put back into perspective?
ReplyDeleteThat is truly hilarious...I like the "soundtrack of my life" line! A violin player? For real?!? HAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!! You shoulda gave the kid some money!
ReplyDeleteBut parking tickets suck. That's not so hilarious.
@Patti - There was definitely a love/hate thing going on. But, I definitely needed that comedic "kick in the pants."
ReplyDelete@Bighead - You're right, lol...poor kid. That parking ticket dang-near took me over the edge but it was hard not to see the irony in the violins and that immediately changed my mood.