"What's with today, today?"

I asked Monica this, in lieu of saying hello, on gchat yesterday morning. I was going to tell her about how Lui and I had spent the long weekend printing and assembling wedding programs, only to have our soloist (my boss' daughter) cancel on us Tuesday night, leaving us with just over five weeks to find another soloist, not to mention no more long weekends to redo the programs. I was going to tell her about how I'd come in to work yesterday and interrupted [boss] in the middle of her would-be apology and explanation about intensive-high-school-student-summer-courses at Princeton, and scholarships lost by missing a day, and her daughter's future as an over-pressured over-achiever, to tell her that I didn't even want to hear about it, and that now I was doing a pretty good job maintaining my pissed-off-faced-silent-treatment in my short-skirted, high-heeled, proper secretary ensemble. I was going to tell her how now I was finding out that two of my friends were pulling out of coming to my bachelorette party this weekend, because one can't find anyone to watch her dogs-that-look-like-mops, and the other can't find anyone to watch her baby, since baby's daddy is afraid to be left alone with his own daughter...

But before I had a chance to rant about any of the above, Monica answered my question, "What's with today, today?", by saying,

"I'm applying for jobs on cruise ships."

...

"Ok, you might win," I conceded.