"Doom on you. Doom on you."

My title is from the animated movie, Ice Age. It's the scene where a flock (?) of Do Dos are converging on our intrepid heros who have stolen the flock's watermelon, just in case you were dying to know....

I've got the MondayMorningAfterAnExtendedHolidayWeekend Blues.

I'm sitting at work, trying to focus on the projects that need to be completed by the end of the year and instead I have been blogging. And that has led me to feel a little in the funk. First, I'm bummed that I won't be able to meet up with the Midwestern Bloggers this coming Saturday because it's Max's 4th Birthday. I then start to feel guilty because I sound like I'm not looking forward to Max's Birthday, which of course I am. I have invited some other kids his age for cake and icecream, which he is excited about. However, I did not invite the grandparents, aunts, uncles, Godparents, etc., because I think he's at an age where he would rather play with his peers than be kitchy-kitchy-cood by his old relatives. So I feel guilty about not inviting them.

I feel a little left out as I found I am not on the famous blogroll, even though I sent an email as instructed when I first started blogging in August. I'm trying to tell myself it's not because I suck or my blog is boring, but even I know that I can't compare myself to the Masters. I don't have the education or the experience to back it up.

I'm irratated with FedAss who supposedly came by Friday a.m. to drop off my rx from Schrafts, but since I wasn't there to sign, they didn't leave my package. I didn't know they had come by until today when I called customer service and they tracked the package as there was no notice on my door. I couldn't use the email-notification with my work's email being down and I was unable to look up the stupid tracking #. Now I have to go to the one location in town to pick it up - but only between the times of 5:30-6:15. I hate you, FedAss!

I don't want to be at work. There's a blizzard going on outside, but it's 85 degrees in my office. Why? Because the area I work has one thermostat for multiple offices. Said thermostat is controlled by a manic-depressive schizoid in the office next to me, which she keeps herself locked in. Her determination to keep the temperature balmy reinforces my belief that she is a snake, lizard, or some other cold-blooded reptilian in disguise. We have nicknamed her Psycho Suzy; which indicates her presence of mind, not her name.

One bright note: a little dog showed up in my yard yesterday while I was putting up xmas lights. After some meager attempts to contact neighbors to see if they recognized the dog (he had a collar but no tags) I called the city police, who act as animal control. I felt terrible having to turn him over to the pound, but I just couldn't house the little Papillion with my 2 crazy cats and 4 year old son. I just now called the city and the owner was located this morning. If I hadn't kept the pooch with me to turn over to the city, he would've surely perished in the storm last night.

I'll get over this funk. These are minor bumps in the road considering what's coming up. I don't know if I have enough presence of mind or time to prepare myself for the worst.

See? I am definitely feeling gloomy, aren't I?