New Girl

I often rail against the show New Girl, because I hate the emerging stereotype of adult women who are incapable of functioning in real life. Every episode is a train wreck of emotions and pratfalls for Jess, the lead portrayed by Zooey Deschanel. I continue to watch the show because I love the male characters and think the threesome are well written and funny.

Then I have a weekend like this weekend that included my kitchen being out of commission because of a fire set by contractors. My furnace being out of commission because of the fire extinguisher used by the contractors. My mood being out of commission because of the marathon wrapping around my block and cutting me off from coffee, food and escaping the cold of my apartment.

I was in, how do you say in French, a horrible, terrible, no good, very bad mood.

And then I turned into Jess from New Girl, Monica from Friends and Harry from When Harry Met Sally.

Lesson: Saying your breezy negates the breezy.

Lesson: Harry, you’re gonna have to try and find a way of not expressing every feeling that you have, every moment that you have them.

I don’t have a particular moment from New Girl, but more had that feeling I have for Jess in every episode, but instead of watching TV, I was watching my life. I told a friend this weekend, “nothing that actually upsets me shows up on Facebook,” but this weekend that was a total lie.

The kitchen, the furnace, the marathon traffic and some poor meal planning — all of that was posted on Facebook and all of it combined to my horrible, terrible, no good, very bad day. Maybe it was just due and I needed to have one.

Now it’s Monday. Appropriate apologies have been sent. The cleaners are at my house and I’m waiting for a call from the HVAC guy.