This has been an interesting week so far, and it's only Wednesday. I don't believe that I would classify it as bad, just interesting.

I've been sitting in for my boss this week. It's all good and I am amazed at the things that I learn while doing so. But good Lord people! How does that woman get ANYTHING done? I have been constantly barraged by phone calls and questions. That doesn't count the status requests from management. I have not been able to do much of my own job. Now this is not a complaint, despite the fact that it may sound like one. I value the experience but I think I just might wash her feet when she gets back.

On the way home from work tonight, we had a severe lightening/thunder/rain storm (cats and dogs!). It was one of those storms in which you could barely see three feet in front of you, much less the car you were about to rear end. It's a time when a large portion of the people unfortunate enough to be on the road visit their inner old lady self (including me) and pull to the right lane, immediately slowing down and putting their emergency flashers on. After about five minutes of driving, I heard a strange noise coming directly from my windshield wiper. I said to myself; "self, this is not good." The noise was the result of my wiper breaking, and the screeching (think nails on a chalkboard) was happening because the lower end of the wiper had come off and it was metal on glass. This, in case you didn’t know, renders your wiper useless. Oh, and did I mention it was on the drivers side? Luckily, as storms normally do, the sky cleared and the rain slowed to a trickle so I was only "blind" (ish) about 3 minutes or so, but if you based that on the rate of my heart beat and the constant muttering of "OH SHIT!" (Sorry Mom) you would have felt it lasted more like an hour.

A few miles later, I pulled off the freeway and on to the main rural road that takes me down to my house, only to spot a fire truck about 500 yards or so away in the opposite lane. That in itself is not a bad thing. What made things a bit awkward was that there was a student driver directly in front of me who must have been confused. I'm guessing that his instructor had been breaking out the bong because he just stopped. In the middle of the friggin lane. To make matters worse, right after the fire truck passed us; he started up again, and proceeded to go 30 miles an hour on a 45 mile an hour road. For six miles. By the time I turned off (AMEN!) I had approximately 18 cars behind me. Folks, in case you don't know this, 18 cars is considered a traffic jam in my part of the world.

So if you don't mind, I'm going to hit publish on this post and go make a carrot cake. Because I can. And I don't need windshield wipers to do it.