Very bad things

So many terrible things happened to me on Monday.  First of all, it was a Monday morning in early December.  December should be a time of anticipation and excitement, or so I thought before I started working.  When at school/college/university, December is a time of winding down, poems about robins, rehearsals for Christmas productions (I was once Father Christmas himself, a role I took very seriously), Christmas lists and snow.  That's how it seems as I look back anyhow.  In the big scary world of work however, things are very different.  December is a month of frantic activity, boarding on panic, as the world and his wife declares Important Things must happen before Christmas or all is DOOMED.  Apparently, nothing can possibly be accomplished in January because everyone is far too depressed by post-holiday hangover and empty wallet syndrome.  Therefore, everything that ever needs to happen ever, must happen by December 24.  Sometimes these things don't happen, but then they usually happen in February (once I even heard of something happening in January, but it may be an office legend).

Monday was a disasted for the following reasons:

1. I woke up in complete disbelief that it could be time to get up already.  My phone must be wrong.  There is no light from yonder window.  It is unnatural to get out of bed in the pitch black.  Also, I was having intense Lord of the Rings related dreams about epic battles that would determine the fate of Middle Earth, which made the pile of things on my desk seem very unimportant by comparison. 
2. I left the house late (see 1) and got ten steps from my door when my feet flew from under me and I landed on the icy pavement, resulting in several tears and serious contemplation of retuning to bed.  I decided that falling over and being a little bruised and upset did not justify a sick day.
3. Several other things failed to go smoothly, mostly involving Outlook freezing at inopportune moments.
4.  My work blackberry was finally presented to me - not entirely a bad thing but it has cemented the fact that I am now a proper grown up who pays taxes, has a pension and opinions on Michael Gove.
5. Husband has a man cold, requiring much sympathy and olbas oil.

However, I am going to attempt to be positive and sprightly and zingy and perhaps tomorrow will be better.  Or perhaps I really will break something on the sheet ice, and will be emailing frantically on the blackberry from my hospital bed.