I'm having one of those days today. A bad Monday, or something like that. The ladies in the HR department would probably say something like "looks like someone's having a case of the Monday's". Horse shit. But I am having a bad day.

I walked straight into a wall of filing cabinets earlier. Just right into them. I wasn't looking at my shoes, or over my shoulder. I know the filing cabinets are there, it isn't some recent move in the office. There was no slowing down, like I realized at the last moment what was about to happen and tried my hardest to slow or stop my forward momentum. I just walked straight into them, full tilt.

Wham!

Cries wrang out from across the office...

"Are you all right!?!"

and

"What just happened!?!"

...I replied with...

"Apparently, I just ran into the filing cabinets."

...and returned to my desk.

It was quite loud. After returning to my desk, it took me about an hour to figure out what I had been doing before walking into the filing cabinets. I knew it had something to do with moving inventory around in our system. I had all of my notes laying about on my desk in front of me. The answers were there, I just had to decipher them.

It was like everything was written in a foreign language. And, since it wasn't Latin, I couldn't pretend to understand it.

It's my birthday this weekend. I'm turning 28. In an odd fluke of everyday life for me, I've been under the impression for the last year that I was already 28. When people ask me how old I am, that's what I reply with. 28.

It wasn't until very recently that I realized that I was actually only 27, and would be turning 28 this Sunday. It's like I got a whole year for free. I'll still be 28 next Monday, just like I thought I was last Monday. Nothing changes, it all just stays the same.

Status quo.