TGI(WT)F

It has been a long week--the type of week in which you begin to wonder if the universe is trying to tell you something. For me that something was: you think it can't get any worse? Well just wait a second. Work was beyond hectic, crazy woman from work made me feel like crap, my insurance called to tell me that I got the license plate number wrong from the car I hit (who happened to be driving the wrong way down a one-way street) and two out of the five mornings, I had no hot water.

And I thought 2008 sounded so promising.

Luckily I made plans to meet up with some friends for dinner at one of my favorite Thai restaurants. I was looking forward to some good conversation all day, and I had a bit of a spring in my step as I walked the couple blocks from my apartment to Cha Am.

I happened to be walking a few paces behind an older woman with a small wheelie cart--the type of cart my roommate used to take grocery shopping. Now, Berkeley is filled with homeless people and generally when I see people with any type of wheeled apparatus, whether it's a suitcase or a shopping cart, I steer clear, because some of these people can get a teeny bit ornery. But this woman seemed normal enough. Well, except for the fact that she was talking to herself.

Maybe she had a bluetooth ear piece in? She must be talking on the phone!

Oh no. She was talking to me. I realized this as she wheeled around, stood right in the middle of the sidewalk and screamed, "I SAID STOP FOLLOWING ME!!!"

I quickly dashed around the woman and then she started following me!

"You look anorexic," she said, which was hilarious to me because I'm a pretty average-sized girl. Yet my potential anorexia seemed to really irk the crazed witch. "Everyone in Berkeley is anorexic now," she shouted after me as I ran up the stairs toward the safety of the restaurant, and as the door shut behind me I could still hear her screaming.

But that's it, I've decided. Weird, annoying things happened this week, but it's not the end of the world. After all, after I ditched the anorexia-hater, I had a great dinner; I received my new pink phone this week; I got a lot done at work and I exercised all but one of the last seven days.

Plus, how could I possibly stay sad when I have Jemaine around to cheer me up?