I was such a grumpypants this morning. I stayed at work unreasonably late last night, and had to come in this morning unreasonably early. I set my alarm for 8:30 (shut up, I’m a grad student), but couldn’t force myself to actually get up until 9:20. I raced to work, and cursed all that’s considered holy by others when my left shoe graced a lovely pile of dog shit on the way there. Shit. My best attempts at dog shit removal consisted of soaking the sole of the shoe in a rain puddle, then wiping it on grass. It worked decently well, but I got to work 15 minutes later than I intended.
I was angry at everything, everyone, and their mother, particularly at the lab member who needed my help so early in the morning, and of course the senseless dog owner who failed to pick up his or her dog’s shit. Imagine my “delight” when my lab member and I discovered that even though we were both set to go at 10:15 a.m., we couldn’t actually do the experiment he planned due to circumstances beyond our control.
That’s it, I thought, I’m rebelling: I’m tired and dirty and cranky, my shoe smells like dog shit, and all of this for no freaking reason since we can’t even do the experiment – I’m leaving work right now, and I’m going to go knit (for once I actually had my knitting with me).
Easier said than done. First, I headed to a gourmet deli near work that plays nice music and has good sandwiches and pastries. I waited a few minutes to get a seat, but even when positioned at my own little table, I found the place uncomfortably crowded – there were too many people around me and it was too loud. My visions of curling up in the corner of the shop on one of their comfy couches with only a few patrons around, reading quietly, were completely shattered.
I finished my sandwich (roasted turkey and avocado on olive bread with raspberry vinaigrette, as good as it sounds), and left without even taking out my knitting. Off to Starbucks.
I stayed at Starbucks for an even shorter period of time because I decided my hands were too dirty from handling the sandwich, the money, and my Starbucks drink to now knit the snow white Curlicue. This particular Starbucks didn’t have a bathroom, and the employees wouldn’t let me wash my hands at their sink. Next!
Of all places, I ended up settling at the University Library – the big, ominous building that’s on all the postcards. And it was gooooood. I had my own well-lit carrel with a lovely view of campus, a nice desk to spread out my goods, and, at last, some peace and quiet. The Curlicue came out, and I could sense that we were going to have a good time, a few quality hours of knitting until I had to go back to lab and start on my own experiments at 1 o’clock.
Two rows later, a nice gentleman stopped by and asked me to, “stop the clicking.”
The thought of shoving my shit-stained shoe into his face crossed my mind. Karate style!
Some days just aren’t meant for knitting.