No soup for you

Did you ever wake up and know it was going to be a heck of a day? Today I knew. I fought through the morning to a point where I could finally smile without forcing it. After a long meeting I was actually happy to head back to work so I could get a jump on the piles of clutter sitting on top of my desk, but first lunch.

Today I brought soup for lunch. It's an odd choice because I don't even really like soup but I thought it would be a nice change. It was one of those pull tops. I guess I have arms of steel because I pulled the tab right off. I then proceeded to push down on the top of the can, I'm not buying lunch today, I'll get this can open if it's the last thing I do.

Next thing I know, I am wearing Italian style vegetable soup. It's dripping from my hair, has splashed on my glasses and has now filled my ballet flats. Gross. Half a sick day for me. I knew it wasn't my day.