ironing is dumb

What a worthless day at work today. I didn't even have a chance to work on any of the projects I hoped to accomplish. I started out by going out to a big-wig's house to fix his wireless network. That took me a couple hours, and when I got to the office, I discovered the air conditioner in my office was broken. Not a big deal, because I had a voicemail from someone having trouble with their e-mail, so I left and spent about two and a half hours on that before I had to do an "emergency" virus scan (don't even get me started) which took me most of the rest of the afternoon. Then I had to go back and finish working on the e-mail problem because it still wasn't done, despite the fact that I'd specifically asked no fewer than two co-workers in my group to look at it because I was tied up on another project. So it's the end of the day, and I haven't really accomplished anything except keep my to-do list from getting any longer than it already is.

But the really fun stuff is what I did after work. I just don't understand how people get anything done in life. So tonight, I finally left work and got to my car around seven. I decided to go to church since I would arrive right on time, and I haven't been in a few weeks. So I finally get home around 8:15 and immediately throw some clothes in and start the washing machine. Then I fix some mediocre leftover pizza in the microwave and eat dinner. But then I need to go grocery shopping because I want to try and take lunch to work more so I don't spend so much money eating out. So I go shopping, come home, put away the groceries, take out the garbage, and get the mail. But I have to take my clothes out of the wash, which means I have to unload the clothes that are already in the dryer, which means I have to put away the clothes that are already in my laundry basket. Once that's all done, I need to iron my clothes and hang them up. Aside: what's so great about having nicely ironed clothes anyway? Can't we all agree that it's just a huge waste of time, and that we'd be more productive as a society if we just decided that wrinkled clothes are fashionable and expended the time and energy we devote to ironing on more useful endeavors? Anyway, if I want to get to work by 8 a.m., I need to set my alarm for about six, which means I need to be asleep at 10:00 if I want eight hours of sleep. But it's already 11:30 and I'm just now getting ready for bed. And I didn't even go through my mail or load the dishwasher or clean the apartment or study for my certifications or do any of the other million things I should do.