Today was one of those days that you just wish didn’t happen.  Period.  I wish that I never got up this morning – that I had accidentally forgotten to set the alarm and slept through the whole day and didn’t wake up until tomorrow morning.  Needless to say, that didn’t happen.

It started out like an ordinary day.  It was S’s first day back to work since before Christmas, so he wasn’t particularly excited.  He usually takes the train to work (since it is an hour and a half away) but for some reason his company hasn’t been able to negotiate a deal for the train passes for 2010 yet so he doesn’t have one and had to drive in.

Breakfast was toast with peanut butter and honey, and an apple.

Let me tell you about this honey I am using – it is incredible.  We brought it back from Switzerland, and it is pure honey, straight from the source.  S’s cousin actually bottles it (is that right?  Bottles it?  It’s not really a bottle… more like a container.  Contains it?  Jars it?  I dunno.)

Miel suisse means “Damn good honey”.  Or something like that.

It’s not liquidy like the stuff you get in the grocery store here – it is solid, you have to basically scoop it out.

So you’d think that I’d have a great day, starting out with this for breakfast.  Right?  Wrong.

I like my job, and I’m very thankful to have my job.  Particularly in this economy, when so many people don’t have a job.  That being said, I don’t love my job.  It’s not my dream job.  It’s interesting, but not fascinating.  It’s challenging, but not stimulating.  It’s just fine.

There are a few companies that I would love to work for, that I think would be my dream job.  I browse their websites on a regular basis, looking at their open positions and applying for any that I find that remotely match my interests and qualifications.  As of yet, nothing has come of my efforts.

So today around lunchtime, S pings me.  He posted his resume on Monster.com this morning, just to look for potential opportunities.  He likes his job ok as well, but the 1.5 hour commute is killer.  So anyhow, his resume was on Monster for just a few hours, and one of my companies (i.e. the ones I want to work for and have been trying to get a job with for quite some time) contacted him and wanted to interview him for a specific position.

So I apply to a zillion jobs with them, hear nothing.  S posts his resume on Monster and a couple hours later, gets called for an interview.  ARE YOU KIDDING ME???  Sometimes life is not fair.  Rachel = Bitter.

Of course I am happy for him.  But at the same time I am unhappy for myself, and it’s hard to balance the two.

Oh, and by the end of the day he was also contacted by two other (high profile) companies for interviews.  Oh well.  Good for him, I am proud of him and he’s incredibly smart and hard-working and he deserves it.  I just wish I had it too

I drowned my sorrows in my lunch of homemade fried rice.

Brown basmati rice stir fried in sesame oil with veggies, egg, chicken, and smoked sausage.  I’m not a huge rice fan, but I try to eat it every once in a while because it is healthy.  And this way is pretty tasty.

After some more working, I went to the gym.  I did 30 min on the elliptical, but was exhausted – I think it was a combination of my run yesterday (after not running for a while) and the fact that I didn’t get much sleep last night.  When I left the gym and drove home, I was walking through the front door when my dad called me.  Since my hands were full, I didn’t answer.  Two seconds after that, my sister called me.  So I knew something was up and answered the phone.

I’m not going to go into major details here, but let’s just say that major family drama ensued.  My parents divorced about five years ago, after twenty-two years of marriage.  And it was nasty.  They do not speak at all.

So now there is a bit of a legal issue going down, and it all came to light yesterday.  And it was a shitstorm.

I am never, ever, ever getting divorced.  I don’t care what I have to do… once I get married, my husband is going NOWHERE!  Haha, just kidding.  You should have seen S’s face when I told him that.

The rest of the night was a blur of tears and drama.  Hysterics from my sisters, anger from my dad, and both from my mom.  And there is nothing more exhausting than drama, tears, hysterics and anger.  S came home and managed to calm me down a little (and it wasn’t easy.)

I was in no mood to make a complicated dinner.  I had leftover brown rice from lunch (I always make too much) so I decided to make it into rice pudding.  I just heated about 2 cups of Almond Breeze vanilla almond milk on the stove and stirred in the cooked rice.  I brought it to a boil, and then whisked in an egg as it boiled.  I added a little bit of cane sugar and some cinnamon and that was it.  I initially had one bowl.

But it was soo good.  And it was exactly what I needed – hot, comfort food.  It literally made my soul feel better.  So I had another, much bigger bowl.  With raisins and cinnamon on top.

It was literally overflowing.

We opened a big package that had arrived today from S’s family in Switzerland.  It was filled with all sorts of goodies – some books, a pashima for me, little chotchkies.  And a whole lot of treats.  Some homemade cookies from S’s mom, tons of chocolate, some biscuits from Prague and some other goodies.

I was totally psyched for the goodies.  S….. not so much.  We still have a BOATLOAD of chocolate and sweets sitting in our house from our trip in October that we have yet to eat.  Mainly because I am eating it all myself, so it takes a little while.

In the evening, I had some homemade Swiss cookies that S’s mom baked for us.

I also ate a white chocolate bar they sent.

Now I’m going to go to bed and pretend today never happened.  I will still have to deal with the fallout tomorrow.