Got Porn?

Admit it. You're reading this post because of the title. I originally intended this to be my place to vent...but my day, and therefore this post, have taken a different turn.

It was one of those days - the kind where instantly you know that you never should have gotten out of bed. The kind where you would happily pay for a mulligan. Seriously. By 9 a.m., I was begging for a do-over.

I won't bore you with all the details. If you follow me on Twitter, you've heard it all anyway. But it was just an all around sucky everyone dump on Jaime kind of day.

I'm not good with technology... The extent of my being able to describe a problem is usually "IT'S JUST NOT WORKING, DAMN IT! FIX THE THING!" So I describe the issue to my IT department like this, "I was trying to google the ABA awards of achievement, clicked on the link and it brought me to Netflix. I was searching on the Virginia Department of State page, clicked to view their tax guide and they apparently thought that I needed to go back to school, because I was brought to an online learning site. FIX IT!"

So with two clicks of the mouse, my computer is suddenly flooded with pop ups. Then the computer shuts itself down and when it boots back up, lo and behold, my computer is FULL of porn. There are pictures. There are short cuts to every porn site you can think of, and quite a few you probably didn't know existed. I had hot tub porn. I had ethnic porn. I had... well, let's just say I had all kinds of crazy shit all over my computer.

It managed to break my damn computer. Completely inoperable. (And yes, that means I couldn't check out any of the porn, even if I wanted to do so from the office.) So I lost a ton of billable time, when I had to get out a motion, two contracts and an article my editor tried to throw at me at the last second along with dumping the next edition on me - all the prep - the schedule, articles and assignments with no guidance whatsoever.

Within an hour, everyone in the office has heard what happened to my computer and EVERYONE is harassing me about using my office computer to cruise for porn during work hours. Tired of the abuse, I stomp out of the office and head to the gym early.

I spend 30 punishing minutes on the elliptical. I'm barely listening to the tv in front of me, still seething about my crappy day, until I hear the news talking about a two year old who got run over by a car in a hit and run accident in the City. The next story features a grieving widow whose husband died to save her life and the life of their unborn child. A car hoped the median and was about to plow into her side of the car. The husband turned their car around so his side got hit and the impact killed him instantly. But she and their baby survived. And she was on the news talking about how she wished she had one more moment with him so she could tell him how much she loved him.

Suddenly all my problems seemed a whole lot less important.

I spent the next 50 minutes boxing. By the end of my session, I no longer cared about my crappy day. I felt great, despite the fact that my arms were already starting to feel the next day's soreness. All I could think about was getting home and seeing my boys.

So when I stepped out of car and the sky completely opened up and I got drenched in a torrential downpour, it probably was the perfect thing to top off my imperfect day. But I didn't let it piss me off. I ran up the sidewalk to my front door laughing.

Tomorrow has to be better, right?