My life as a comedy of errors

This morning: Get to work. Discover that I've left my purse sitting by the door at home. My purse, wtih my work lanyard holding key and passcard. Fortunately, someone else is arriving at the same time I am. Get Lily to let me into the building. Walk towards staff room. Realize I can't get into staff room without swipecard. Have to track someone else down to let me into staff room.

Get upstairs. Realize I should be carrying the PIC phone. (PIC = person-in-charge, aka the most senior librarian in the building. Aka, this weekend, me. Scary, isn't it?) Phone is not there. Go back upstairs, realize someone else has already retrieved it from the charger.

Lunchtime. Come home for lunch. Sit down at computer with my bowl of perogies. (We need to go grocery shopping, oh yes we do.) Take a bite of food. Cat jumps up on my knee. Remove small cat from knee. Take a bite of food. Cat jumps up on my knee. Remove small cat from knee. Take a bite of food. Cat jumps up on my knee. Remove small cat from knee. Take a bite of food. Cat jumps up on my knee. Remove small cat from knee. Take a bite of food. Cat jumps up on my knee. Remove small cat from knee. (This is not an exaggeration.) Look down.

My knee and arm are covered in cat hair.

*headdesk*