You know this book? Well this story was what my day was like Tuesday. And I'm pretty sure the look on his face was the look I had on my face when I crawled into bed that night. Why you ask? Well, let me tell you...
So it all started when I got up Tuesday morning and showered. This doesn't sound all the odd, I realize, but I NEVER EVER shower in the morning. EVER. So that just set my day off on the wrong foot.
Then, I got to work and was preparing to leave to cover an event on the coast when this huge project came up that needed to be done right! that! second! We managed to rush through the first half of project, me believing the whole time that I was going to be late for the event I was supposed to cover. We planned that I would get to the event, take a few photos and pull out my lap top to finish the project. I got my car all packed and was headed out to the parking lot to leave, and out comes my boss saying that the event I thought was at two, was actually at four. I was leaving two hours early.
This is not the first brain FAIL I've had this week either, so consider me fully embarrassed at this point. Especially since the entire office had been rushing around trying to get me out of there on time.
The good part was that we ended up finishing the project, much less rushed too. So a couple hours later I got all ready to go, loaded up the rental car, which turned out to be a great boat-like beast of a sedan and started to drive away. I soon realized I needed to pull over however, as the only way I could reach the pedals was to assume a "Snoop Dog" like position in my seat. I stopped the car and began to search for the seat adjuster. Please tell me WHO ON EARTH thought it was a good idea to put the seat adjuster ON THE DOOR. It took me almost 10 minutes to find the thing, right there next to the window controllers. Who does that!?
When I was finally on my way, I realized it was almost one and I was starved! so I hunted down a Quiznos. Ordered my sandwich and got back in the car, and then realized I'd better go use the facilities before setting off on my three and a half hour trek, which is more of a scenic drive than one with a lot of restroom options.
OVER SHARE ALERT! Those of you who are male and squeamish about girly things, I'm warning you it's about to get real female up in here.
So upon my visit to the restroom, I discovered that my dear Auntie Flo had arrived and a change of wardrobe was necessary. Since I had a set of clothes with me (for the next day- I was supposed to stay overnight at my destination), I changed and was on my way.
Things went well for the next forty-five minutes or so, until I stopped at a gas station just south of Eugene, where I was almost KILLED by a crazy truck driver. I wasn't, so that was good, I wasn't even hit, but the adrenaline rush made me feel like my veins were going to explode. And I was driving a rental car. And an accident would have made me wicked late. And already having an achy-anxiety ridden chest, this did not help. Also, don't tell my Mom, she has enough phobias about me driving:)
Moving on the from near-death experience, I set out once again on my journey. It went relatively smooth, besides the ehem, gut-wrenching cramps that Flo usually brings along with her when she visits. I made it to the event on time and headed in to use the facilities again. And wouldn't you know, I was in desperate need of another wardrobe change. GAH!!!! And I had an event to photograph. In a small room, with a lot of people. With eyes.
And I was supposed to stay that night, now with NO CLOTHES. And serious cramps without my trusty heating pad. Three and a half hours from home. How would I explain why I'd come home early? Should I just stay and be miserable?
I tied my coat around my waist and made it through the event, only to bolt out to my car as soon as it was over.
Once I got home, I hopped in the shower and tried to wash the badness of the day away. And though I couldn't help but think that things hadn't really been all that bad, I mean nobody died, I still felt rather deflated and "WHY? WHY ME!?" I haven't had a day like that in a while, I certainly hope this one fills my quota.
Have you had an extraordinarily bad day like this? What happened?
6 comments:
Yikes. I'm sorry it was such a rough day, babe. Days from Hades are no fun at all.
Bummer about the bad day! I am glad you are safe and alive, and I hope the rest of your week has been better (can't be worse, right?).
KALI! That is SO sad! I'm sorry lady that you had such a bad day!
Ugh that sucks!
I have a pretty involved bad week kind of story . . .
I was in London on a trip with a friend that had gone pretty poorly (we didn't speak for a year afterwards). Towards the end of the trip I met up with my parents and my friend went home. Around then we found out that my Grandmother (much loved and who I was very close to) passed away . . . so we flew home and then got up the next morning at 3am (after a 10 hour flight and on an 8 hour time difference) to make the 5 hour drive to Vegas for my Grandma's funeral. On the way to the funeral, my mom and I both had coffee cakes from Starbucks which gave us insane, projectile vomiting style food poisoning (you guessed it, AT THE FUNERAL). We drove home and within days I found out that my ex, who I'd been living with and had only broken up with 2 months before, was engaged to some random girl and had actually had an engagement party WHICH FRIENDS OF MINE HAD ATTENDED WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE on the same day as the funeral.
So, PRETTY MUCH, huh?
It was all just SO F**KING HORRID that it was almost a joke. At some point, you have to laugh!
You have my sympathies! Auntie Flo doesn't like that much, either. I think that's why they call it "the curse."
Don't you just love Auntie Flo? She just makes whole days brighter and more fun! (Sarcastic eye roll here). I think we should invent "Flo day passes", hereby entitling the holder to an entire free day of laying on the couch with a heating pad, eating cookie dough and crying at old movies.
Better days tomorrow!
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