Bad daysDon’t you just hate it when you have ‘one of those days’? You know the kind of day that starts with a quick grab at the toilet paper roll and finding one last small piece hanging by a little bit of glue from the cardboard roll. Not even enough to wipe a tear from your eye. Let alone the job at hand.

The type of day that proceeds in the bathroom only to find that no matter how hard you squeeze, not a single worthwhile drop of toothpaste exits the tube onto your tooth brush that you have been meaning to replace for eight months now. Then the mandatory ‘shock and awe’ when you discover the shampoo and bath soap are is such short supply, you have to do some serious rationing under the shower.

Then of course, you know that you bought a new can of deodorant, but where the hell is it? Luckily though, bath towels are inexhaustible and keep on working no matter how old and tatty they are.

After a horrid start, all you want is coffee and toast. Coffee with milk would be much better, but it does remind you for the fourth day running that you really must remember to buy some milk on the way home. But on the bright side, it’s far better to run out of milk than coffee. Anyway, off to work.

Days that start this way, have a nasty habit of continuing, and as Sod’s Law would have it, it is the first morning in two months that the ticket inspector has made an appearance on your train. You politely show him your rail pass only to find that it expired three days ago. Pay the fine and shut up. You can’t win that one.

Finally at work, you know you have to have that report on the boss’s desk by ten. A quick scurry to your PC, hit print and run to the printer room. Damn. Why is it always you who has to re-fill the printer with paper? Load in ten reams of paper, put a tissue around your bleeding paper cut and get on with your report.

‘Toner Empty – Replace Toner Cartridge’

Of course you look on the shelf in the printer room in the vain hope that someone ordered new cartridges. You just knew, didn’t you.

Race back to your desk, send the report by email to a friend in the next building, run like mad to fetch it. Race back to get it to your boss. Success. Then go to the cafeteria for a well deserved coffee. Your coffee key credit is ten cents short of the price of a coffee. Run off to admin to get it re-charged. But no one is there. They’ve run out to a café to celebrate a birthday.

Then you realise. It’s one of those days. The day when you’re luck continually runs out. And it’s only ten o’clock!

Have I Run Out Of Luck?
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4 thoughts on “Have I Run Out Of Luck?

  • 21/03/2011 at 6:10 pm

    I was wide-eyed reading this line 'The type of day that proceeds in the bathroom only to find that no matter how hard you squeeze…'Luckily it turned out to be PC!

  • 21/03/2011 at 6:23 pm

    LOL at the comment above mine!

    I've definitely had days like this. I pretty much had a day like this yesterday, in fact.

    Hope it gets better!

  • 21/03/2011 at 7:02 pm

    oh yes I do… isn't that the same day You are invited to complementary colors eating?

    Meaning that whatever color your wearing the food on your plate is complementary colored, to make sure the stains your making while eating are going to be irreversibly imprinted in your clothing! And You ARE going to make stains, because its either spaghetti or sushi. What ever your not good at. Why? because its one of these days…

  • 22/03/2011 at 7:59 pm

    Ah! I thought maybe you had missed your birthday, too! Great post. Thoroughly related. ;)

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