One can also overabuse the use of "one".
Today was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
It opened with a phone call that woke me up at the ungodly hour of half past noon -- not just any phone call, but an IRATE phone call (second in annoyance level only to the Sudden Death phone call) accusing me of something that did not happen. Spent the rest of the day having Stern Conversations with the people involved in order to clear the air (smelly misunderstandings are plentiful at the workplace) and feeling alternately smug (for being in the right) and grumpy (for being caught in the situation in the first place).
Harrumph, I say. Harrumph!
It continued with boring work matters (I'm a supersecretary of sorts - an unsung hero of the masses) that will most definitely come back to haunt me with their unfinished edges in the next few days, not to mention the constant worrying if I'm "alright" from co workers who seemed surprised at my mumbling and grumbling under my breath. (Unseen stabbing motions with scissors towards the backs of said co workers helped immeasurably).
Also to make matters worse I didn't consume any alcohol today (!) AND I heard from a voice from the past; (sooo, uhh. Heya pretty lady. Sup?) Voices from the past also tend to make me grumpy -- my days as Lady Shagsalot make for interesting stories perhaps, but weren't necessarily my best.
I might just blame it on the moon phase. Or maybe on the Boogie.
