What is it about Monday mornings? They’re hard enough without having a line of people waiting outside my cell  cubicle country club door before I even get my coat off. And it’s not to compliment me on my work. It’s to point out mistakes I’ve made. When you work on several large projects at a time, mistakes will be made. Okay, mistakes will be made even if I only work on one project at a time. I’m human.

We always get these errors worked out though, usually by Wednesday or so. That gives me a couple of days to make the mistakes that they’ll come to bother me about next week. It’s a system we’ve really polished over the last six-and-a-half years that I’ve been employed by “The Company”.

So after working my full and generous fanny off on Monday and Tuesday, I came home Tuesday night to find I didn’t have a house key. It has a tendency to fall off the key chain, and I guess I didn’t notice it last time. Poor little key, lost in the cold, cruel world. Poor little Laurel, stuck in the cold, cruel garage with no way into the house.

Normally, I would have called my BFF “T”. She cleans my house and still has the original key I gave her 11 years ago. She’s the only person who’s been able to hang onto an original key all these years, including me. But “T” was out of town.

So I called my friend “C”, who cat-sits when I travel. She said she gave my key back to me after my last trip. Do. Not. Remember. That.

And I called No.2 Sis. She said she didn’t have a key. Do. Not. Believe. That.

I thought it was a long shot, but I called my friend “B”, who came over to feed the cat once, a few years ago. She had a key! She lives by work, so I had to go back over to that side of town and pick it up, but she had a key! I finally got into the house about 8:00. Whew.

So today, Wednesday, nobody was waiting for me outside my cell  cubicle the country club. I had a car key and a work key. I made it to work on time, and left on time. And I had a key to get into the house. Aren’t Hump Days such a relief?

As an added bonus, I cooked the Parmesan Chicken I prepared on Sunday and it turned out absolutely yummy. I got the recipe here. They called it Heroin Chicken, because it’s so addicting. My only caveat is you might want to reduce the paprika a little bit. And be sure to scrape the leftover bits from the pan and eat them. That’s where a lot of the heroin butter and Parmesan ends up. Yum, yum, yum.

Stay tuned…