Whimsical Friday: What else can go wrong?

Have you ever had one of those days where everything goes wrong? I mean one of those days where you ask yourself why you got up.  You get out of bed and as you rest you feet on the floor you discover the cats have left you a prize of the vomiting kind.  And while hoping to the washroom to clean it, you lose your balance and smack your shoulder into the wall. Ouch! Then you run the shower and as you climb under the nice hot water, someone flushes the toilet in another bathroom and your nice hot water instantly turns into an ice shower cold enough to freeze your nipples.  You think to yourself, what else can go wrong.  That is a statement one should never speak. Or at least knock on wood when you do. You know damn well you’ve just jinxed yourself.

Coffee in hand you sit down at your desk and boot up the computer. Lifting your cup you take a sip and burn your lips. Damn! And as you set it back down on the desk you place it on a pencil and the cup wobbles and falls over. Hot coffee all over your lap. Fuck!! This would be a cue to step away from the computer and crawl back in bed. But no, you are determined to plug on despite the horrible day you’re having.

You wipe up the spilled coffee, decide you really don’t need a refill and instead get to work. You open your email to find your latest novel, the one you worked your ass off, was rejected. Sigh. Back to the drawing board.  Closing your email, deciding you don’t want more bad news right now, you open your work in progress and stretching your arms, begin.  This is the one, you tell yourself. The one to push you to the top.  Feeling hyped up and eager to finish your story you type like a mad person. You’re on a roll when suddenly your computer pops up a warning that it’s about to install updates. Okay, fine, great. You hit save on your document and wait for the updates to finish. While waiting you get up and grab more coffee only this time you make sure to be careful when sipping.  Out of the blue two cats come running into the kitchen and decide that you make a great obstacle to play through. One in the front, one behind you.  You try to step over them only to have the one in front rake you over with its claws. Sonofabitch!

Once again, you spill your coffee. Ahhhhh!!! The cats run off, and you’re pretty sure they’re laughing as they do, and you mop up the spilled coffee.

Okay, back to work. You sit down at the computer, boot it up again and go into your documents to find your work in progress. What? Its not there. It has to be there. So you scramble and search and as you do so you’re getting more and more frustrated. You know you saved it yet it’s nowhere in your documents. You search your entire computer, but still come up empty.  Ten thousand words, gone! All that hard work, vanished. This can’t be happening!!!!

Oh yes it is and you should have known this would happen because you jinxed yourself by saying what else could go wrong. Your eyes fill with tears. Your temper flares. You want to scream and throw things, but you know that won’t accomplish anything. So you sit there crying. Why? Why? Why?

You have just entered my day of hell. Did I find that document? Nope. Am I still crying? Damn straight. And now I am going back to bed, and pull the covers up over my head.