Maybe I was too anxious to come back… Maybe I was trying a little too hard to have a good attitude about this last week. I’m not sure, but I can tell you this: Everything I touched yesterday fell apart. It was one of those days where you can’t catch a break.
I finished my blog post, I got ready, and I was going to be on time for my busy day. Then I get down to the garage. Flat tire. AGAIN. I don’t understand how these things continually happen to my car… I had never had car trouble in my life until I moved here. But my car HATES living in Minnesota. The day I came to visit to find a place to live, the whole thing died. Just died. At 6:30 on a Friday night, stranding me in a city where I had no backup. I crashed the day I actually moved in. The stream of problems to follow has been too long to list.
So I call my husband. Nope, he can’t come get me – he’s mediating a client dispute already. But I have to get there to teach a class, so I call the friend who lives the closest, and another, until I’m calling friends who live no where near me and NO ONE can take me in. Great. Taxi it is… Most expensive ride to school ever.
Then, I get there, go to room the professor asked me to teach in and get all set up, just for another administrator to come in SCREAMING that she checked out this room weeks ago, and she needs it this very second and I need to get out. Ok. Ok. I’m out. But that turns the rest of the morning into chaos. I got yelled at a lot… for something I had absolutely nothing to do with. I was just filling in.
Then someone comes in and says, “You’ll never guess who I just ran into!” Except that the person they ran into was supposed to be meeting with a client for my work that morning, a meeting I was supposed to stop in to get started on my way to school, except the taxi prevented it. He was definitely NOT supposed to be across town running into this classmate. My boss won’t return my calls.
Then the board of law examiners contacts me. Apparently they believe I’m a crazed felon, because they’re requesting all sorts of extra special criminal background checks on me (no one else… trust me I’ve asked around) or they won’t admit me to the bar. ME! The one who had NOTHING to report to them the first time except one traffic ticket when I was sixteen. So I call to find out how to get these reports and the woman is cranky. She doesn’t know which of the six options being presented to me are the right ones (that’s more alarming,because the means they don’t request these all of the time.) So now, I get to pay for these extra checks which will come back as absolutely blank sheets of paper because guess what? I’ve really only got one traffic ticket! If they’re testing my sheer will to be a lawyer, they need to know that there isn’t much left.
Then I disappointed my favorite professor.
And I broke a nail down under the skin.
And the restaurant my husband tried to take me to to cheer me up had lost power all day and wouldn’t let us inside.
I got bad news about a friend.
The world did not end yesterday. These are all insignificant problems to have in the grand scheme of things – I get that. But it’s just that feeling that you can’t possibly get anything to go your way. That the days is absolutely working against you, and if you try anything else, it will backfire on you too.
How do you escape those days? I have no idea. Because it haunted me until I went to bed.
Hoping for a less ridiculous day today.