I always like to think of myself as a practically-perfect person in every way...and when something happens that shoots down that theory, I am not a happy person.
Take yesterday, for instance.
I had a Red Cross function to attend from 10:00 a.m. until 2:00 p.m. It was what we call a "Community Disaster Education" program - where we work within a community, teaching disaster skills.
I had the address in hand and hopped into my car at approximately 9:15 a.m. Surely, 45 minutes was plenty of time to get to where I needed to be, right?
I began driving down the highway, and after plugging the address into my car's GPS system, and being repeatedly told, "That address is invalid," I was very, very frustrated. And very, very lost. I didn't have a clue as to where I should be going. (Apparently, the address I had been given was incorrect. But, little did I know this, initially.)
At one point, I found myself at the Kansas City Zoo. Seriously.
Numerous phone calls - to anyone and everyone whom I thought might be able to help me as I was whizzing down the highway at 65 mph - and much, much cursing and wailing and praying - I FINALLY arrived at the venue at 10:45 a.m.
90 minutes of pointless driving...unless seeing the same scenery as I circled 100 times counts for something....
And an empty tank of gas...
And 45 minutes late....
ARGH!!!!! I WAS NOT HAPPY!!!!
However, upon arrival, I put on my best smile, took a deep breath, and plunged right in, where we educated over 300 children and their families on home fire safety. It was a good day in the neighborhood. Even though it took me 90 minutes to FIND that freakin' neighborhood.