i found my banana bread

a few days ago, i had a loaf of banana bread. i sliced the remaining part of the loaf into two pieces and wrapped them individually in cellophane. i packed one with my lunch and put the other one in the fridge to have the next day. i remember it was an end piece - i love the end piece.

the next day, i was packing my lunch and went into the fridge to pack the other piece of banana bread. it was gone. i looked behind and on top of everything in the fridge (and trust me, there ain't much to look behind). i looked behind and on top of all the condiments. i looked in the freezer. on top of the counter. in the cupboards. in the garbage. in my recycling. in my computer room. in the drawers. it was gone. no where to be found. a day or so later, i looked again. nothing. not two minutes ago, i looked in my fridge to see what there was to have for dinner. and there was my end-piece of banana bread, wrapped in cellophane. WTF. this either means things are getting better or i'm going crazy. at this point, it could go either way.

i'm in a foul mood today. foul. f-o-u-l. with a capital "F". i hate these kind of days. everything pissed me off today. it got so bad that my receptionist actually went to my administrator and told her about the Mentor's game playing activities and said, "if you don't do something about it, you're going to lose an employee." no wonder she was especially nice to me this afternoon. i even got a little snippy with her, which i feel bad about, but it was not a good day. when i got home, the neighbour's dog barked at me from behind their door. i yelled at it to shut the fuck up. it's THAT bad.

i'm very glad i'm home and alone right now. maybe i should watch the game. at least i can yell at the TV and not worry about hurting it's feelings. i wish i had ice-cream.