One of Those Days

Have you ever had one of those days? Because yesterday, I had one of those days. The ones where this happens:

You wake up and make your daily pot of coffee, only to have the foam from the chocolate soy milk you put in it bubble up over the brim of your cup and spill everywhere.

Your mom calls you and yells at you for your checking account supposedly being seventy dollars in the hole, even though your bank is stupid and has screwed you over before, so you're pretty sure it's not your fault.

You're late for work because your grandma called you while you were making your soy chicken salad to talk to you about absolutely nothing for a half hour, which delays you from eating.

Because you were already late, you don't take the time to make yourself look presentable, so the only cosmetics you have on are concealer, eyeliner, and the remains of your mascara, which happens to be really chunky and gross.

When you finally get to work, your boss is crabby, so he takes it out on the closest person, which happens to be you.

A customer at work decides to lecture you on marriage after you answer the phone and are accused of being your boss's wife (and this thoroughly disgusts you). What's more: The guy was a regular consumer of liver poison, with self-declared bad fashion.

Your manager is really sick, and now you feel a sore throat coming on.

Another co-worker decides to glare at you, un-intimidatingly, because you're using your break to talk on the phone to your best friend, even though said co-worker used his to further his chance of lung cancer.

When you get home after work, your dad is drunk.

You and your sister decide to go to your favorite restaurant for dinner, and the waitress makes a mistake on your order, which leads to two vegetarians with twisted looks on their faces picking chicken out of their vegetable stir-frys. The waitress, who was really nice, apologized profusely and made you feel like a jerk for saying something about it. On the plus side, she alters your bill for the "inconvenience," but you end up eating too much, and are in a bad mood for the rest of the night.

When you finally go to bed, you don't fall asleep for hours because the guy who lives in your basement is talking quite loudly, and is playing terrible country music through his new DVD player. Ain't that somethin, y'all?

Thankfully, so far at least, today is a better day. The sun is shining again, and it's the weather is supposed to be nice, so I'm going to go bask in it with my sister and my best friend. Order will be restored.