Yesterday off the air we were talking about what things determine whether you’re going to have agood day or a day. The Bay Bridge was jacked up yesterday and a number of people were calling to vent about the traffic and a few of them said their morning commute determines their day. My commute is solitary most mornings so it doesn’t have much bearing on my attitude. However, this morning when I got into the elevator there was actually a man in there (generally I see no one on my way to work and if I do they are at a distance) so I said “Good Morning”. He had “Monday Morning Face”, that combination of tired and wishing that the somewhere you’re going wasn’t work. His answer to my “Good Morning” was “Well at least it’s Wednesday.” I said “Yeah, it’s Hump Day, all down hill from here.” I wished him a good day and he headed out his way and I headed out mine. Pretty cheerful until I flipped open my “agenda” for the day and realized I am swamped! UGH! I hate days like this. When I book my days tight, well that’s my fault but when it’s beyond my control I just feel pressured the whole way . Something always happens to make you late and then everything goes tumbling like dominos!